#I understand not liking their POVs but c'mon guys

[shoecrabs]

It's so wild being someone who related to Jason's Eldest Daughter/Gifted Kid SyndromesTM and Piper's If I'm Different Maybe I'll Finally Be Good Enough, But Being "Different" Makes Me Feel More Lonely on their first read through HoO/tLH (and being scared, confused and angry at how much it called me out since they were the first characters I saw myself in) VS seeing how much hate for their characters were/are getting for being "boring" kids with personality image issues hits different lmao

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Just you and me

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader (y/n)

Warnings: smut!!, fluff, a little bit of everything

Background: You, Carlos and Charles are at a Ferrari event. You came with your longtime best friend Carlos, and Charles brought with him the girl he's currently seeing, even though he's not really interested in anyone else but you. You and Charles have liked each other ever since you met, but you've never gotten into anything serious. You were always seeing other people on the side and that was fine for both of you until you realized that you fell for him.

Y/n's pov

"Y/n? What are you doing here?" Carlos asks kneeling down in front of me. "Hey, are you okay?" He asks again noticing another tear roll down my face.

I honestly don't want to talk to him right now. I don't wanna talk to anybody. I feel pathetic because I'm letting myself feel this way again over a guy. It's humiliating. But it's not Charles' fault. It's no one's fault but mine. I should be in control of my own feelings but here I am yet again letting my mood depend on others. It seems that the more you resist certain things, the more they hurt.

"Look at me." Carlos says lifting up my chin making me look at him but I quickly look away.

"I'd really appreciate if you could leave me be with myself right now."

"I will if you tell me who made you cry?" He takes off his blazer and wraps it around me.

"I made myself cry." I sob putting my palms over my face. I can't wait to look myself in the mirror and see black mascara all over my face. Luckily the amount of alcohol in my system tells me to not give a shit about it.

"Why you two do this to each other, I'll never understand." He sighs.

"He went home with her?" I dare to ask even though I'm not sure if I want to hear the answer.

"She wasn't feeling well so he took her home, but-"

"There you are, fuck I'm looking-"

Charles. He took her home, but he'll be back. Feeling of relief and feeling of anger are fighting inside of me when I see him.

Without saying a word, Carlos stands up and leaves us alone on the terrace. I immediately stand up and head after Carlos not wanting to look at Charles, but before I can leave he tightly grabs my wrist and pulls me to him.

"Let go." I say through my teeth.

"No." He says coldly not breaking the eye contact. "What's wrong? Are you crying because I left with her?"

I laugh at his question. How dares he? "Crying because of you? You're not worthy of that, Charles." I obviously lie yanking my wrist out of his grip.

"See I don't think you're telling the truth." He takes a step closer to me leaving a small gap between us. "I know that just the thought of me being close to her or touching her.." Oh my God my heart literally aches picturing them in my head.

"Stop.." I whisper quietly squinting my eyes desperately wanting to erase it from my mind.

"It makes your blood boil." He says looking down at me. "And I wouldn't want it any other way."

"What?"

"C'mon," He takes a strand of my hair and puts it behind my ear. "We both know we can't stop thinking about each other. Whose blazer is on you?"

"It's Carlos'." Right as the words leave my mouth, he takes it off of me making it fall to the ground and the cold breeze hits my skin.

"Come with me." He takes my hand again, but I stop him.

"No, Charles, I don't wanna go with you." I lie, but he ignores me. "I'll scream, I swear-"

"Go ahead, scream. The press is just waiting for some interesting shit to happen. I'm sure you'll make the headlines tomorrow morning." He cuts me off and I have nothing to say back at him.

I follow him out of the terrace through the long corridor to the elevator. The elevator takes us up to the top floor of the hotel. We get out and Charles pulls a card out of his pocket unlocking the door of the hotel suite.

As we step inside, Charles takes off his blazer throwing it onto the bed and I go straight to the huge glass wall that has an exit to the balcony. The only light in the room was the one that came from the outside and I didn't mind. I cross my arms looking at the city lights outside not knowing what to do nor how to act. I'm so tired, emotionally tired. I don't have the energy to argue, to scream, I don't even have the energy to fight back or try to prove my point over anything anymore. I am tired of feeling this way.

I feel his arms on my waist as he appears behind me. He places a soft kiss on my shoulder and then on my neck making me close my eyes and lean my head on the opposite side so that now he has a full access to it.

I let out a small whimper as his left hand travels from my waist to the front side of my neck gently gripping it his rings leaving cold traces on my skin.

"Fuck, y/n.." He breathes out. "I want you so bad, you don't even realize." As he says that he presses himself against me and I can feel how hard he already is.

He spins me around and crashes his lips on mine and in that moment I completely give in. I forget what I was mad at him about. I decide not to overthink this, I just want to surrender to this moment and honestly I don't want it to ever end. Even if I wanted to resist this I couldn't. I want him more than anything and I want him to make me his even though in my mind I've been his from the first day we met.

He deepens our kiss as his tongue swipes lightly over mine. His hand finds its way over my thigh to my panties passing with his fingers over the thin damp fabric. He pulls them to the side with his two fingers and slowly starts rubbing my clit in circles as I lean my head in the crook of his neck.

"You're dripping, fuck..Look at me." He whispers and lifts up my chin with his other hand making me look him in the eyes. "You're so wet for me baby. Tell me, tell me what do you want me to do?"

"Charles..." I don't feel confident enough to say profanities back to him, but hearing him talking that way was music to my ears.

"Tell me what you want baby. I want to hear you. Do you want me to finger you?" He asks and I nod digging my nails into his skin.

"Finger me, please." my mouth fall open unable to say anything as his fingers hastily start going in and out of me.

"I really wanted to be gentle with you tonight, but you're making it too difficult for me." I moan at his words and at the loss of touch as he pulls his fingers out of me just to push them back inside. "Open your mouth." I obediently do as he orders and puts his fingers in my mouth. I suck on them paying special attention to his middle finger without taking my eyes off of his.

"Fuck baby..Look what you're doing to me. I'm so hard for you it fucking hurts." He mutters under his breath stroking his cock through his pants that looked as if they were about to snap open under the pressure. We continue to kiss passionately ripping off the clothes from one another.

"Please baby don't make me beg." He throws his head backwards desperate for my touch.

I start kissing his neck and unbuttoning his pants at the same time. He cups my cheeks as I slowly start pulling his boxers down his legs. My knees hit the floor and I don't waste any time as I put him in my mouth. Charles' moans intensifies when I look him up in the eyes.

"Fuuuuck." The eye contact almost sends him over the edge. It drives him completely crazy. "Baby, I'm gonna cum if you keep looking at me like that." But I want him this way, crazy over me, craving my touch as much as I'm craving his. He pulls my hair into a ponytail and pushes me deeper on his cock hitting the back of my throat. I gag around him making him moan in pleasure and he slowly pushes his cock all the way down my throat again enjoying the view.

"Fuck, I can't hold back anymore. I need to be inside of you. Come here." He breathlessly pulls me up by my elbows and presses me against the glass wall. He lifts up my dress and my right leg with one hand and with the other he pulls my panties aside thrusting himself into me.

"Charles we're at the window. Somebody could see us."

"Good. Then everybody will finally know how much you're mine." I feel warmth in my stomach at his words. God, it feels so good to hear them. "Do you want this?" He asks. I nod whimpering, but the answer doesn't satisfy him. "I need to hear you."

"I want it, I want you." I manage to say.

"Are you close?"

"Yeah, I'm so close Charles" I squeal digging my nails into the skin on his back.

"Me too baby, where do you want it?"

"Inside, cum inside me. Fill me up." The words that I whisper into his ear alone are enough to make his eyes roll and release his cum deep inside me. My legs start to shake and he quickly catches me holding me tightly in his embrace and leaving kisses all over my face.

"From now on it's just you and me okay? No one else, just you and me. No more messing around. I only want you y/n. I always have."

"Just you and me."

[mehkers]

Triworlds (Excluding Luke) react to MC having a shrine of them

Alrightyyy, it's here!

Maybe one day when I learn more about Thirteen, Mephisto, and Raphael I'll include them as well Warnings: nothing , fluff, teasing

Part one, part two (ur here) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Diavolo

He decided to visit the HoL (House of Lamentation)

It was an excuse to run away from Barbatos and meet his right hand man, Lucifer, under the pretense of delivering some 'important' papers

It was a list of places in the human world he wanted to visit

Lucifer was busy scolding Mammon and the Anti-Lucifer League though

Dia wandered around the place and came across your room, sooo he decided to peak in-

He swears it was an accident how he ended up looking in your closet and finding the shrine

POV: You accidentally trip and find a shrine in your favorite human's closet they made of you

Nah, he was checking your closet to see your size since a ball was coming up and he wanted to secretly order you a designer outfit

Diavolo didn't have much of a reaction

He was confused, but since he's the prince of the devildom, seeing shrines in his name weren't uncommon

Coming from you tho.. his heart did flutter

During RAD, Diavolo def called you to his office to check what that was about

"I didn't mean to snoop, but I couldn't help but notice you made a shrine of me. Oh don't worry, I'm not mad. I'm more amused, and curious as to why you made one?"

Hearing your confession did make him laugh, but he quickly stopped when he noticed you looked like you were on the verge of tears

Dia still didn't understand

Buuut, you will catch him sending many lavish gifts your way

He's started to invite you to the student council more often now, and you have a position there (I don't think you have one in game, it was never mentioned)

Congrats!

You flustered the Prince of Devildom and now he doesn't know what to do!

"I still don't understand your motives behind it, but.. I must say, it does make me feel giddy. Haha! Does that sound weird coming from me?"

Barbatos

He sighed

Barbatos was not ready to conduct a cleaning check

The brothers usually live in a dump, but since you arrived, they've managed to keep it clean

He thought so

Until he saw a huge rat walking out of the house from the front door

Thankfully, he was greeted with the sight of a well kept house

Barbatos walked around and surveyed the place until he reached your room

Barbatos will admit, he was curious to see how a human's living space would look like

It was relatively normal

And your space was clean

He found a lot of Mammon's belongings strewn around

he was the most surprised to see a shrine in your closet you made of him

The Prince of Devildom's butler

He's considered the second most powerful demon, but no one paid much attention to him

So in turn, he decided to pay you more attention

With time, he noticed how you'd always sneak glances to him

This made him feel a tad more.. possessive

C'mon guys, he's a yandere at heart (did you hear his song??)

"While I was cleaning, I found something interesting in your room. It's a shrine of me. I was not expecting to find that, but don't misunderstand, I welcome such attention since it's from you~"

He'll smile and look so understanding that even if you deny, you'll end up confessing

He's secretly so prideful that he go the attention of the human that every demon coveted

He's soooo sweet tho

Always inviting you to come to tea parties

Looking out for you

Sending exotic tea, or coffee, or any other drink of your preference to you

"Allow me to worship you now."

Simeon

He decided to join Satan and Belphie's book club

Turns out it was a ploy to get more members into the Anti-Lucifer league

While it seemed interesting, Simeon was too tired to deal with shenanigans after not sleeping for 2 days straight

He's out of his writer's block, and has been writing nonstop

The exhaustion finally reached him

You allowed him to rest in your room for sometime since he basically looked dead

The sleep deprived angel was ready to fall to his knees and pray to you

He laid in your bed for sometime, but for some reason sleep was not reaching him

He sat up and observed your room, smiling softly

Since he couldn't sleep, he decided to pick up a few things and fix up your room

He opened your closet and looked through your clothes, taking it upon himself to fix up your closet

That was when he saw the shrine

:|

:O

:D

He's over the moon

Dancing on rainbows

Singing at the top of his lungs

A bit weirded out, but nevertheless

You noticed he was more chippy than usual

Always calling you over to the Purgatory hall that the demon bro's started to get suspicious and put a ban

"Sad we can only meet in at RAD. By the way, I.. uh.. never mind! Luke misses you, we should meet in the marketplace some time."

fanfictions

just

self inserts

He feels like such a creep, but- his writing skills have finally come in handy

He's so shy

Solomon keeps teasing him about it

Will use any reason to hold your hands

"Ah! Don't trouble yourself, let me help with that. And.. I'd like to come to your room again, if you wouldn't mind? I want to spend more time with you."

Solomon

This shady bastard-

He could become the new Avatar of Pride

And he's about to make it everyone's problem

Solomon was just dropping off some extra notes he'd taken for the hexes and curses test

And your closet was wide open

There was no way he couldn't have seen it

It was like you left it there for him to see!

So, you wouldn't mind if he took some pictures, riiight?

NEW MESSAGE: 20 photos from Solomon

"Wow, never knew you adored me this much ;)"

He's flustering you sooooo badly

Using this to his advantage

He's a bit more soft though

And, he's a lot more protective

He's always calling you cute nicknames ever since that incident

He doesn't announce it to the entire world

But everyone basically knows how hard he's fallen if they see the way he acts around you

Always has a hand on you

Waist, hand, shoulder, head

"My darling apprentice, shall I remind you of your embarrassing little secret, or will you shut up and admit you love me~?"

Fuck, I wrote way too much. I got too excited and used up too many creative juices by the time Solomon's turn came 😭 Well, hope you enjoy it! If anyone wants to request, my ask box is always open

I was gonna do Luke as well, but I'm lazy and idk it might be a bit weird- Soooo, I might make a special post dedicated to the cute angel cuz he deserves as much attention!

[kamig4mes]

heyy, could you please write headcanons for how shigaraki would react/feel with a gn s/o who gives him small things that remind them of him? like, they see a red rock and give it to him bc its the color of his eyes, that kind of stuff

hey hey honey, of course! It's the first request from mha that I make here, although I must admit that I didn't expect it to be from shigaraki! ksdjdjsj 🤭 anywaay, I came up w/ a couple of things for this boy, I hope you enjoy it

#pov: Shigaraki would react/feel with a gn s/o who gives him small things that remind them of him.

★ warnings: realistic hc, fluff, established relationship, affection, couple love, league of villains

—shigaraki!

Realistically, you don't even know how you managed to get this guy to end up being your boyfriend. I mean, your mental dictionary is so broad and far-fetched but the words "love" "consideration" "passion" seem not to be included in it but here they are both! Celebrating even the smallest things you do for him.

Sometimes the gifts with the most emotional meaning are found when you least expect it.

They were walking hand in hand through some deep neighborhood of the city with a path to the forest when something suddenly made you brake sharply and scream.

"Oh my- STOP!!"

"WHAT?!"

Shigaraki flinched when he heard you, alerting all his senses. You got rid of his grip to step back on the way to take something in your hands.

When you came back to his side he looked at you surprised, almost angry.

"Here, take it honey" your arms outstretched towards him with that smile adorning your face, he was looking at you like you were crazy "it's for you"

"If it's a fcking spider I swear to yo-"

"Who do you take me for? C'mon, just hold out your hands" he reluctantly does as you ask, rolling his eyes when you smiled in victory.

At first Shigaraki stiffened when he felt the light weight on his bare palms, moments later he relaxes when he sees that it was a small stone. But not a current.

"A red stone?"

"Yea', a little weird, isn't it? But.. It reminds me of the color of your eyes.." you confessed, feeling your cheeks (and his) burn red hot.

Shigaraki froze instead. The poor man didn't expect to hear you say that, and he never expects it! He's not at all familiar with this type of treatment and sensations that you generate for him, and despite having been dating for a couple of months, this type of affection is still unexpected for him.

Deep down, his heart warmed up like a torch, sending his brain the signal to shout out all the tenderness that you generated in him with that simple gesture. But he couldn't, he felt blocked and too shy to answer correctly.

Since your boyfriend was silent for what seemed like a whole minute, you rushed to bring his attention back.

"We must get back soon before dark, don't you think? We don't want to get lost" you laughed, awkward kissing his cheek quickly. You didn't need him to respond to your acts of love, you understood his heart perfectly. But, sometimes, you wished he would express his emotions more with you.

"And I'm so sorry for yelling earlier"

"Uh-mh, it's okay.." Shigaraki sighed, before linking his hands again and kissing the top of your head "let's go back home"

You learned to identify your eccentric boyfriend's tastes and understand his peculiar manias, but you suspected that you still had a lot to discover about his twisted inner world.

It was just another day of the year when, while cleaning inside the drawers of Shigaraki's bedside table, you came across a somewhat small and neglected notebook with his name engraved on the lid.

You decided to take a look at it, surprising yourself with the amount of sketches that were embodied inside. And you couldn't help but melt with tenderness when you saw that a large part of the drawings that filled that notebook were you portrayed. You rushed to leave it where you found it and get on with the cleaning. It seemed strange to you that that book was out of place but thanks to that cluelessness, you discovered that Shigaraki liked to draw.

From that moment on, every instrument/drawing material you saw reminded you of him. And without realizing it, you ended up buying an impeccable set of graphite pencils for him.

When Shigaraki returned home in the afternoon, a box with a note greeted him in the living room. He looked everywhere in your search, in vain. The white-hair then approached the table to inspect the gift.

"This reminds me of you, and I think it may serve you. All yours"

As he guessed, the calligraphy was yours. Upon unveiling its contents, the thousands of drawings inside his notebook whipped his mind, clearly remembering every moment he made them, especially those where you were: sitting in the living room, in bed asleep, with your back on the balcony, etc. Just thinking about it, his corners rose in a smile that, if you were looking at him, you would be disarmed of love.

"God.. So adorable..."

He may never ask you how you found out about his hobby, but that didn't interest him. Because the best piece of art he can have is you. It will always be you.

Luckily, you have in mind his love for sweet foods. It became essential for you to buy breakfast cereal, specifically the sweetest flavor that existed on the market because it seemed to be the only one that met the necessary sugar levels for him. It's the first thing you look for when you come back from shopping.

"Tomura, honey, I'm home!" you screamed once you entered his warm abode. Soon you heard how a few footsteps crawled down the stairs to receive you next to a kiss.

"You're back soon" Shigaraki took the bags from you and carried them to the kitchen, poring over their contents. When he didn't see it anywhere, he questioned you, "Did you buy it?"

"Of course, it was already running out"

Shigaraki examined your facial features to make sure you weren't lying.

"The one with the double honey-? "

"The one with the double honey and sprinkles, baby, here it is" and you waved the long-awaited colorful box.

Shigaraki blinked with a hidden surprise when you finished his sentence. He loved that you remembered the details about him, he loved feeling special and listened to. Especially if it was you.

The white-hair nodded before turning around to leave the kitchen and go back to his business, hiding from you that goofy smile that was starting to outline on his face.

Whenever you pass by a video game store, the impulse to buy a game from their range of tastes ends up taking over you in some way or another.

"What are you getting me now, puppy?" he mumbled a barely audible giggle as he took the rectangular gift and tore the wrapper "Is this another one of your jok- Oh.."

His eyes widened as he observed the package in his hands. That limited edition Mario Kart game that came out a couple of weeks ago had him so surprised.

"Damn, y/n.."

With his role as a villain, he had moved away from his gamer side quite a lot. But he made sure that no one touched his glorious shelf full of his best and favorite video games. And you were there to stock that dusty shelf, to remind him that that side of him isn't quite dead.

"Do you like it? Although it's not such an important thing"

"Isn't it such an important thing?!" Shigaraki raised his voice offended.

You shrugged your shoulder, feigning indifference even though his beautiful surprised little eyes had you internally screaming "I thought it was missing from your collection"

Shigaraki looked again the video game, his heart turning completely upside down, not believing that you could give him something so difficult to get in the first weeks of release, but you would do anything for him.

He subtracted the space between you, catching you by surprise when he pulled you by hugging you tightly.

"Thanks u, babe.."

As long as it comes from you no matter what you gave him, even if he doesn't show it to you verbally, he appreciates all your gestures.

You smile softly, stroking her hair "don't thank me, honey"

That's the way he was, shy, inexperienced, spontaneous and shy just like a little boy. But little by little that child was growing up, opening up to the affection that you offer him and experiencing the rules of love with you by his side because thanks to you the words "love" "consideration" "passion" were added to his mental dictionary with a clear and real definition, thus finding ways to show you all that love that he also has to give you.

©2024 ／ ENJOY ♡ — I was as realistic as possible, I like hc's to be like that. If you liked it, don't forget to repost it so that it reaches more little people. Thank y, I love them!

[canirove]

Mason Mount Imagine | seven

Author's note: I hadn't written an imagine in ages, but yesterday after seeing these gifs of Mason at that charity event the other day I got inspired, and here we are 😁 Hopefully this will give me the last push I need to finish my next story, who also happens to be about Mason 👀 As always, I hope you like it, and thank you for reading! 💜 Little summary: Your dad works at a chairty auction and has asked you to be his plus one. You expect to bore yourself to death, but a cute guy with a dimple has other plans 👀 (Female reader/pov)

Masterlist

“Dad, do I really have to go?”

“Yes, honey. You must.”

“But it is going to be so boring…” I complain. “What am I going to do at an auction full of old people?”

“Thank you for the compliment” he chuckles. “But you will be supporting your father after months of hard work. And there will be young people too.”

“Sure” I snort.

“There will be. Now c'mon, I can't be late.”

“But…”

“Chop, chop, honey.”

“Ok, fine” I sigh. “Just promise me you won't call me honey in front of everyone.”

“I won't” he smiles, opening the door of our house. “You look beautiful, by the way.”

“Thank you, dad. But I feel like I may rip this dress any moment now” I say as I walk past him, crossing all my fingers so it actually doesn't happen, and I end up making a fool of myself in front of all his work colleagues and some of the richest people in the city. 

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“Ok, this is your seat, hon… Your seat” my dad smiles after I give him a murderous look. 

“Aren't you sitting down with me?”

“I still have to take care of a bunch of things.”

“Are you leaving me alone? And surrounded by strangers?”

“You'll be fine, honey” he chuckles. “I promise I'll come and have a drink with you. Now try to have some fun.”

“But dad…” I start, not being able to finish my complaint since he is already gone. "Great" I sigh.

“So, do you come here often?” someone says, taking the empty seat next to mine.

“I beg your pardon?” I say, turning around to face the owner of that voice. 

“That was bad, wasn't it?” he laughs.

“Worse” I say, my eyes fixed on him. On the cutest guy I have ever laid eyes on. 

He is wearing a classic black suit with a black tie, nothing too shocking. But paired with the smile on his face and the dimple on his left cheek… wow. Simply wow.

“What are you doing at an event like this, tho?” he asks me. “I wasn't expecting to meet anyone younger than 50” he chuckles, his dimple showing once again. Is it possible to fall in love with something like that? Because I think I just have.

“My dad convinced to come as his plus one and support him tonight.”

“Is he part of the auction?” 

“He is the guy running around like a headless chicken to make sure everything is ok” I laugh, looking at him when he suddenly shows up running up and down the stage.

“Martin?”

“Yep, that's him. Do you know him?”

“I do. He is a really nice guy.”

“I may be a bit biased here… But he is, yes” I smile. “He has put so much work and sleepless nights into today's auction… Like, I don't know how many coffees I made for him while he tried to convince this football player to be part of it.”

“A football player?”

“Yeah, a super famous one, I can't remember his name. He kept telling my dad that he was super busy with other commitments” I snort. “What commitments could have a guy who makes a living from kicking a ball? Spending lots of money in ugly clothes just because they have a certain logo, and buying huge cars?”

“Don't forget about the ugly haircuts and tattoos” he chuckles.

“That too.”

“Aren't you into football, then?”

“Nah, not my thing. What about you?” I ask him, finally daring to look him in the eyes. Which is a big mistake, because even in the kind of dark light of the room, I can see that he has the most beautiful brown eyes ever. Eyes that are currently giving me a mischievous look I can't understand. 

“Not my thing either. Footballers are a bunch of twats” he says, making me laugh. “Anyway... I know we just met, but I'm gonna need your help with something.”

“Mine?”

“Yours” he says with a smile that matches the look on his eyes. “I'm about to be auctioned.”

“You what?”

“It sounds bad if you say it like that, but people are basically going to bid money to have a personal experience with me.”

“That isn't making it sound any better.”

“Oh, you dirty mind” he smirks, making my cheeks start to burn. Thank God he can't notice with the low light. Or can he? “But some people here may be expecting that kind of experience. Earlier I overheard a couple of women talking about me and looking at me in a way that… Well. You can imagine.”

“I don't blame them, tho” I say, speaking before thinking.

“Thank you” he smiles, that dimple I'm definitely in love with showing in all its glory. “So, what I need you to do, is to win my auction.”

“What? With which money?”

“Mine.”

“What?” I say again. “Is that allowed?”

“I don't think so. But since it is for charity, I think your dad can look the other way and allow it. What do you say? Will you win this for me? I promise you you will have the best date ever.”

“A date?” I say, almost choking with my own words.

“Unless you have a partner and I'm making things weird.”

“No, no. There is no one” I quickly say, my cheeks burning once again, and especially when I notice how I've made him smile.

“Great” he says. “It'll be very easy. They will say a number and you…”

“I know how an auction works.”

“Yes, of course. Of course you do” he apologizes. “Will you do it, then? Pretty please?” he pouts, making me focus on his lips. Lips that look so kissable and so…

“Fine, I will” I sigh, giving up and focusing on a different part of his face. But even his hair looks attractive.

“Thank you” he smiles once again, kissing my cheek. “And that's my cue, I have to go. Don't worry about the amount of money, ok? I can pay whatever they offer.”

“Ok” I nod, my brain still thinking about the feeling of his lips on my cheek, on how my skin tingles.

“And you have number 19 on your bidding paddle, that's my lucky one. Everything will work out, you'll see.”

“Yes” I nod again. 

“See you in a bit” he winks before leaving our table and me trying to understand everything I'm feeling and that just happened.

“And now for our next bidding… Mr. Mason Mount, Manchester United player and football star!” a voice announces from the stage.

“What?” I say, snapping out of whatever is going on with me and focusing on the guy walking up the stage. “No way” I gasp.

It's him. The cute boy with the dimple who just convinced me to bid for him and win this auction… It's Mason freaking Mount. The football player my dad spent hours trying to convince to attend tonight. The one I basically called a twat to his face.

“Remember that the winner will get to enjoy a personal experience with Mr. Mount. Not that type of experience...” the auctioneer chuckles as some women start giggling. “Are we ready? We'll begin with £1,000.”

The moment he says that number, a bunch of bidding paddles are raised. 

“Ok, what about £2,000? Does anyone offer £2,000?”

More paddles around me. People definitely are eager to spend some time with him, with Mason. And once again, I don't blame them.

I've spent five minutes with him, and you could say they have been some of the best five minutes of my life. And not because of how handsome and cute he is or because I'm in love with his dimple. There is something about him, about the way he talks, looks and listens to you, that makes you feel… I don't know. Comfortable.

“What about… £5,000!”

Still the same amount of paddles. No one is giving up. And it keeps being like that as the number keeps going up and up until it makes it to…

“£50,000! Does anyone offer £50,000?” 

People start whispering among themselves, trying to decide if they should make an offer or not. And then, a blonde woman raises her bidding paddle. 

“We have an offer! Anyone else?” the auctioneer says.

That woman is going to win, and Mason doesn't seem to be too happy about it. The look he is giving me from the stage is saying it all, and also reminding me that I should be bidding for him too.

“And we have another offer!” the auctioneer says when I raise my paddle, Mason smiling from ear to ear while my dad looks at me as if I've grown another head.

“What the hell?” he mouths.

“Trust me” I say back.

“Ok, what about £51,000? Does anyone offer £51,000? Ladies?”

Once again, I can feel Mason's eyes fixed on me.

“And we have £51,000 from the lady in the back!” the auctioneer announces when I raise my paddle, everyone in the room looking my way. “£51,000 at one… £51,000 at two… £51,000 at three! We have a winner!” he says, hitting his little hammer so loud that I can feel it in my bones, Mason pointing in my direction with a smile that could make anyone's knees feel like jelly. Dear God, what did I just do? 

“Honey, what did you just do? Are you drunk?” my dad says, suddenly showing up next to me.

“I can explain everything, I swear.”

“Miss, could you please join us on stage?” the auctioneer says.

“You better. Now let's go, they are waiting for you.”

“But dad, wait. I can't. I can't go in there.”

“You won the auction, honey. You must go up there” he says, helping me get up.

“Dad, I can't. I…” And then, I hear it. The back of my dress ripping. “Dad!” But he isn't listening, already dragging me to the stage where Mason is waiting.

“Please let's give a round of applause for this young lady!” the auctioneer says.

“Thank you for… Hey, are you ok?” Mason says as he takes my hand and helps me up the stage.

“I'm pretty sure I just ripped the back of my dress” I say while everyone claps.

“Oh, shit” he says, looking at my back. “I'll help you, don't worry.”

“Do you have magical fingers?” I say with a nervous laugh. “Like fingers that can sew” I quickly add after seeing the smirk on his face.

“I do have magical fingers, and among other things, they can do this” Mason says, putting his hand on my back to make sure the dress doesn't open, the feeling making me gasp. 

“Thank you very much for your generosity, Miss” the auctioneer says, unaware of everything that is going on. “We hope you enjoy your time with Mr. Mount.”

“Thank you” I manage to say, my brain only being able to focus on Mason's hand on my back, on one of his fingers touching my skin. I'm pretty sure he can feel it burning.

“Now, onto our next bid!” he announces as we leave the stage, my dad already waiting for us. 

“What have you done, honey? £51,000! We don't have that money!”

“But I do, Martin. I asked her to bid for me” Mason explains. “Here, put this on” he says, taking off his jacket and putting it around my shoulders. “This should help cover the back of your dress.”

“Thank you” I mutter, missing the feeling of his hand and especially that one finger on my back. Though it doesn't last long. He is so close to me while helping me with his jacket, that I can smell his perfume all around me, and it smells so good… 

“What do you mean you asked her to bid for you?” my dad asks, completely ignoring that I may be melting.

“I didn't want one of those women to win. I don't trust them, to be honest” he chuckles. “And this is for charity, isn't it? It should not matter if the money comes from me or them.”

“I guess, yes. But…”

“Martin? We need you” someone says behind my dad.

“Yes, of course” he tells them. “We'll continue this conversation later” he says, looking first at Mason and then at me. 

“That went well” he chuckles as we watch my dad walk away.

“Did it?”

“It did. They now have £51,000 they will definitely put to good use, I am free from that woman, and you just got yourself a personal experience with Mason Mount” he smiles.

“Hasn't all this been an experience already?”  

“It definitely has, yes” he chuckles. “But the one I'm offering you will be more enjoyable. We could go shopping for ugly and very expensive clothes” he says with a teasing smile.

“I could actually do with a new dress seeing that this one… Well. It has seen better days.” 

“You look beautiful, tho.”

“Thank you” I mutter, looking down and starting to play with one of the buttons on his jacket to hide that my face is about to burst into flames. “Sorry about what I said earlier, by the way.”

“About what?”

“About calling you a twat.”

“I called myself a twat, you didn't. And if someone has to apologize, that should be me for not telling you who I really was.”

“I guess...”

“I think this makes it a tie in the apologies department. Don't you agree… honey?”

“I beg your pardon?” I say, finally daring to look him in the face.

“Ok, ok. Forget that I said that” he laughs. “The look you just gave me is scary as hell.”

“You deserve it. That is my dad's nickname, and no one else can use it. Sometimes not even him.” Like tonight, for example.

“I'm sorry. I truly am” Mason says, getting serious. “I just thought it was really cute.”

“When you are a kid, maybe. But I'm not five anymore.”

“I'm sorry” he says again. “I guess I'll have to think of a good nickname for our date. Something that doesn't sound too childish and that…”

“Wait, wait, wait” I interrupt him. “Our date?”

“Or personal experience, call it what you want” he shrugs.

“Are we actually doing it?”

“Of course we are. You paid for it, didn't you?”

“You paid for it” I correct him.

“Small details” he replies. “But you and I are going on a date, and I promise you it is gonna be an experience you won't forget” Mason says, taking my hand on his and kissing it, the way he is looking at me when he does it, plus the smile on his face (dimple included) and the feeling of his lips on my skin, making me feel things I can't explain.

I'm going out on a date with Mason Mount. The Mason Mount. A freaking football star.

And oh... my God.

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Authors note: I know some of you may now be like, I need a part 2, I need to know what do they do on that date! 😅 But I've run out of ideas, so if you can think of something they could do or where they could go, let me know and I'll try to write something. Though I can't promise anything.

[bokutooooo]

𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

One-shot

𝗛𝗶! 𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘆𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘀!!

Summary - 𝗬/𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗧𝗼𝗸𝘆𝗼, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗦𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗧𝗼𝗸𝘆𝗼 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗬/𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 "𝗗𝗿𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝗤𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻" 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝗹𝗹 𝗛𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀? ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

WC - 700

POV - Sean

"Y/n I want you to meet Sean, he just moved here and I was hoping you'd teach him a thing or to."

Twinkie had wanted to introduce me to the so called “Drift Queen”, said she was one of the best that I had to get her to teach me. “What’s up country boy? Ready to start driving” now y/n she sure was something, she wore her hair up and wore a short skirt with a white tank top. “I’m ready” I gave her a small smile as I followed to what I’m assuming is her car.

It was a Subaru BRZ with a Matt grey wrap, leaning against the hood was a guy who seemed to be munching on.. a bag of Koikeya chips? He had long greasy dark brown hair and dressed like a homeless man.

“Sean meet Han, he’s the one that taught me” she had slinger her arm around him and he smiled a put out his hand for me to shake. “This yours y/n, it’s beautiful” she nodded and walked around getting in the driver’s seat turning on the engine. Han walked around to her window and whispered something on her ear and she just chuckled and rolled up her window. “You comin’ country?”

"that was sick y/n really happy you showed me, I'm glad Twinkie's got connections." Me and y/n were sitting in her care talking about anything car related really "I'm glad I got to show you, not everyday we get newbies" we talk for a bit longer but suddenly a bright orange Mazda RX-7 pulls up beside her window. Once the driver rolls down the window you see Han with a grumpy look on his face. Y/n starts laughing at Han "what's with the sad face handsome? "C'mon get in, let Sean drive I'm sure he wants to"

"alrightyyy, Sean follow Han and don't crash." she hoped out and sat on Han's lap giving his a kiss on the cheek. Han's quick to speed up and I try to keep up.

As we slowed down Han pulled up to a garage, there were people dancing and music blasting. Once I got out Han and Y/n were waiting for me “not bad country boy” I smiled and we walked deeper into the garage, passing tons of people who were all grinding on each other and jumping to the beat of the music.

Han later disappeared and Y/n was dancing with who I’m assuming are her friends. She did that motion with her finger to come over, we were dancing together and she started grinding on me. That ended quickly when Han dragged her away and up the stairs.

POV - Y/N

“Why were you dancing all over him like that?” Han was angry that was for sure but I wasn’t sure why. We were never official and he never cared about those kinds of things. “Why do you care? it was just dancing, and we were just dancing”

“Oh come on y/n! You know how I feel about you, how do you think I’m gonna feel seeing you like that?”

“No han! I actually don’t understand how you feel about me! One minute you’re all over me, asking when I can hang out next or asking me out on dates but never actually talking about how you feel.”

I was upset, I mean the one time I’m with another it’s this huge thing but he can leave me and go with however many girls he wants. “That’s not fair, you never want to go further!”

It was silent for a few minutes “listen”

“I’m crazy about you, and I don’t care if some little country punk thinks he has any chance, just go out with me” I thought about it for a second. I don’t know why I was crazy about him to. “Fine, but you have to take me for a ride.”

Okay yayyy my first request 🤗 I hope you like feel free to DM me and any suggestions or more requests. ᰔᩚ

[from-now-on-im-switzerland]

>They Love Baseball.

Jasperxf¡reader

>quick note, I could've done so much better with this if I started from scratch but this was from my fic I'm writing on Wattpad. I took out a lot because there's so much context needed for it to be understandable, so this is like a simplified one-shot.

>Reader and her friends playing Baseball at school with the Cullens.

>Post breaking dawn (aka vamp Bella)

>Also Jasper has better control over his thirst now.

>Reader is a new(ish) student and doesn't know of the Cullen's...situation🧛🏻"

°Reader's Pov°

I walked up to the classroom door only to see everyone was already in there..and the anxiety set in. Fuck. I walked past the door hoping to merlin that sir didn't see me while I built up the courage to go in. I stood against the wall of my classroom as I heard the rejester, my name being called and there being no response, only increasing my feeling. This is why I always try and make an effort to get to school early..so I'm not the last in with everyone staring at me. Don't get me wrong, I am so not keen on the cramped halls and all the loud voices but it beats me awkwardly strolling into class late, having to give an excuse to the teacher and bypass all my classmates to my seat.

I removed my hands away from my face as a comfortable wave of calmness infiltrated my emotions. The anxiety was washed away and the fear was replaced with subtle confidence. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes only to notice Jasper by my side leaving about an inch of space between us.

"Jasper?" I said, relieved to see him again. After we became somewhat friends, he and his siblings weren't in school for a good week.

"Are you okay?" he asked, somewhat concerned. By now, he had placed his hand on the small of my back. My breath hitched at the contact, but ultimately returned to normal as my eyes met his.

"Uhm..yeah, I'm okay now. Thanks." I said, pretending not to be unbelievably relieved to see him. "where have you been?" I asked, the curiosity taking over me.

"Sorry, me and my family went camping for the week. I should've said, but it was pretty last minute." he said, a little smile playing at the corner of his lips when he talked.

"It's..it's okay. Just missed you that's all" I said, oddly confident.

He smirked, and his eyes darkened slightly. "Missed you too. C'mon let's get inside." he said, taking my hand and bringing me through the threshold of the door.

"Oh, there you are" Sir simply said. I felt the calmness fading and the anxiety slowly creeping back. "Try not be so late would you?" he asked as I took my set next to Jasper "Yes..sorry sir, I had a flat tire" I lied, but he seemed to buy it as he finished marking me in and continued the lesson. My friend, Glenn, sat on the other side of me and he nudged me slightly. "Hey are you alright? I saw you walk past the classroom just then..is everything good?" he asked.

"No..yeah I'm fine I just got a little nervous is all, nothing to fret over" I said, smiling timidly.

Jasper cleared his throat. "everything alright?" he asked, tucking his chair in a little, a hint of worry still lacing his words. I smiled at him "Yeah, thank you for helping out" I said back, my voice barley above a whisper, but he heard me still.

"Anytime, Y/n/n" he said, his smile returning.

Glenn shuffled in his seat, seeming uncomfortable. "you good?" I asked as he gained my attention. He smiled sheepishly "never better, just a little bit cold is all" he said.

Jasper rolled his eyes and started to work again.

☬⚊𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐩⚊𝐏.𝐄⚊☬

We all lined up outside the changing rooms, but first the teacher (Miss Leigh) did the register.

"OK guys, you'll be playing different sports, we'll have two teams for baseball, and 2 teams for volleyball, so after you're all changed, please get into groups of 6" Miss Leigh said, gripping her clipboard, ready to asses the students who needed to be. Glenn, Jess, Luke, Bradley, Isla and I, had all locked eyes as if we silently agreed that we were a team.

"Alright guys stop talking and get changed!" She ordered, shoving everybody inside their designated changing room.

Me, Glenn, Jess, Isla, Luke and Bradley were a team and we had to play against Jasper, and his family at a game of Baseball.

The Cullen's had brought all of the equipment over to the pitch, Jasper dropped the bag of bats at my feet, "you guys bat first" he said. I picked up a bat, and rested it on my shoulders. Not gonna lie, I felt like Harley Quinn.

"That's alright, i'm the one with the wicked curveball" I said, swinging the bat back around, immitating a hit.

"Oh well, I think we can handle that.." he smirked.

Glenn came up from behind me, again, and rested his arm around my shoulder. I very slowly and slyly shook his arm off, I didn't want to seem too rude, Glenn has only ever been kind to me so far.

"Is Hale bothering you Y/n?" He asked.

"No Glenn, Jasper isn't bothering me, we were just talking.." I said, smiling at him.

"Got a problem?" Jasper asked, raising his arms slightly.

"Don't start, can we just play baseball please?" I said, walking off. I got into position when Luke came over to me. "Y/n, just a warning...The Cullens...they love baseball" Luke said, randomly.

"Okay, and?" I asked, a smile tugging on my lips.

"They're very competitive" Luke said, seeming like he was putting it simply.

Right..

Bradley took a bat, and I swear I heard some laughing as if they thought this first round was going to be so easy. Alice did a really weird but really cool looking bowl, it was kinda attractive not gonna lie...

Anyways, Bradley struck the ball as hard as she could sending it flying across the field. About two of Jaspers teammates went after it, while Bradley sped around the pitch and made a home run.

She made her way through our team, with high fives, hugs and fist bumps, until Luke was the last person to congratulate her. She couldn't decide what to do, she went to hug him but then swiftly rose her hand to high five him, only to change her mind again to a fist bump. Luke slowly put her arm down "Well done, Brads.." he said through small giggles, subconsciously not letting go of her hand.

' OH YES! They don't call me Y/n, Little Miss Match Maker for nothing! Wait..no one calls me that..nevermind...still cute tho. '

Edward, who was nearby, threw his head back, laughing.

' I swear to God, if this man conviently laughs at another thing that I think, then i'm officially convinced he's inside my mind '

"Are we playing Baseball or what? Edward, stop laughing and focus!" Rosalie hissed.

At that point I understood what Luke had meant before.

"Alright babe, it's just a game!" Emmett said smirking.

Jess picked up the bat and waited for Alice to bowl her the ball. We all took our turns, some attempts were more successful than others..and in total we got a score of 4 home runs.

Time to switch.

We all started walking to the opposite sides of the pitch and into each other's previous positions. I went to hand over my bat to Jasper and just as he was about to take it, I dropped the bat his feet. "Your turn, cowboy.." I said, trying to hide my amused smile.

He kicked the bat up into his hands and caught it "That's alright, i'm the one with the wicked curveball" he said, mocking my accent.

I laughed a little before attempting his "Yeah well, I think we can handle that.."

He hid his laughter and headed to stand by the rest of his family.

Glenn and Isla briefly squabbled over being pitcher before Isla gave up and joined me in fielding. Glenn got ready to serve the ball to Emmett, nowhere near matching Alice's bowl, but still throwing it with a lot of force. Emmett held the bat with one hand and kept his eye one the ball. His family egging him on, as they were lined up behind him.

Out of nowhere, just as Glenn served, there was a crash, someone's car had rolled down the hill of the car park. Almost everyone's eyes had gravitated toward the truck, so no one was really paying attention, including me.

"Y/N LOOK OUT!" I heard Alice shout from across the pitch.

I snapped my head back around to see what she was talking about, until for a split second I saw the ball that Emmett had hit, fly straight toward my face. I braced myself, scrunching up my nose and bringing my hands up to shield my face. Only for a different hand to reach out infront of me, and catch the ball before it even touched me.

Jasper.

He threw the ball back over to Emmett, aggressively, purposefully hitting him in the chest. "Watch it." Jasper warned, Emmett held up his hands jokingly in surrender.

Jasper turned back to me. "Don't get distracted next time, alright" he said, winking before jogging back over to join Edward in their line up.

I didn't even get to say thank you.

"So am I out then?" Emmett questioned, throwing his arms up. The ref had walked off, either out of boredom or to sort out the car. Probably the latter.

Emmett threw the ball to Glenn, then sat down anyways with Rosalie.

Glenn then served to Bella. Bella swung the bat with one hand and hit the ball all the way into the forest, before speeding off around the pitch.

I ran after it. 'what sort of main character moment was that?' I thought, running to catch up with the ball.

I picked it up after it landed ahead of me and saw Bella approaching the home base.

"LUKE!" I yelled, to give him a heads up.

I built up all my strength and launched the ball forward. It was now Bella Vs the ball. Which one would make it to home base first? Bella looked up and saw the ball, and tried her best to run as fast as she could.

Luke caught the ball and placed it on home base, just as Bella had reached there.

"...You're out.." The game's ref noted, walking back out of nowhere with a pencil in her ear.

I walked back over to my team and celebrated with them.

'How's that for a main character moment? ' I thought, sarcastically. 'Guess she just wasn't fast enough.'

Edward quickly faced the other direction and shook his head, smiling.

Bella went and sat down next to Rosalie. Rosalie smirked as she saw her walking over to her and said something along the lines of "How did it feel being you this time?"

Jasper was up next. He span the bat around in his hands, hitting the end of it away from him, then catching it the right way up, swirling it in small circles behind his head. Something about that caught me so off guard...he did that and I was instantly trying to somehow stop the butterflies deep in my stomach as if they were gonna burst out at any moment. I snapped back to reality replaying his 'don't get distracted' in my mind. He hit the ball with force and sped off around the pitch I watched the ball fly towards me at full pace several feet above me in the air. I ran with it, trying to maybe catch it. It lowered and I jumped backwards, determined to catch it. And I did.

I held the ball up as he was about 5 feet away from home base. He turned and saw me walking back, baseball in hand and couldn't help but look to his feet and smirk. He walked to his team, and sat down with Rosalie, Emmett, And Bella not taking his eyes away from me.

I threw the ball to Glenn gently, and winked at Jasper. His signature smirk appeared and he looked down sheepishly.

"Didn't get distracted.." I said to myself, returning to my position. And he looked up, as if he heard me.

We played a few more rounds for the rest of the lesson, the Cullens ended up beating us, only by two though! And apparently that was the closest anyone's ever been so...it's a personal win.

While taking a sip of some of Bradley's water, Jasper walked over to me. "Good game, hotshot.." he said, looking me up and down.

"Well, I'm more than just a pretty face, cowboy" I said, taking a step forward.

"Are you sure about that?" He quizzed, tilting his head to examine my face.

"Oh I'm sure, I wiped the floor with your ass..well not the floor...the grass really" I said, reffering to my catch.

"Really? Last I checked..we did beat you guys?" He said, looking behind him at his family.

"Still, we came rather close..best competition you've had? " I questioned.

"and how would you know that? You're still new here sweetheart." he teased.

I titled my head and squinted my eyes slightly in response to his „sweetheart„

"What's with the nicknames, darling?" I teased him, calling him out.

"I- uh..what? You call me Cowboy all the time and plus, am I not allowed to call you nicknames now? You seemed to like it before..you're cheeks would go red and you'd hide your smile. Don't you trust me? Don't you appreciate me? you seemed to this morning.."

"Did i? Or did you give me no choice?" I countered. "And why all the questions?"

"Nah, you trusted me. I could tell." he said, walking back into the sports hall. He turned around, and began walking away. His uniform clinging to the muscles on his back. "You're welcome by the way" he spoke, referring to earlier, as he continued back up and inside the hall.

[goddessofmischief]

      SAY DON'T GO (YOUNG BUGGY X READER)

A/N: This is part of this series, which requests are open for! These fics are all one-shots, so they can be read separately. Also, I highly recommend listening to the song linked in the title while you read. (Especially with this one. It really, really fits it. Maybe even read the lyrics. It's really Buggy's POV in this fic.)

The first nights alone on the Oro Jackson were quiet.

You weren't alone, not really. You had Buggy and Shanks with you, after all, but it was strange hearing the place you grew up be silent for the very first time. The soft snores of your friends were nothing compared to the riotous laughter you had fallen asleep to every night for the past decade.

You were all orphans now.

"Shanks," you whispered, tapping him on the arm. You didn't dare wake up Buggy.

"Hm?" he hummed sleepily.

"Can't sleep."

"Me neither," he said, despite the fact that he was very obviously asleep mere moments ago.

Things felt different. Different than days before. You didn't feel like the woman who had been abandoned by - then reconciled with - Dracule Mihawk, or the woman who had stood and witnessed Roger's execution only one day earlier. You felt like a girl again, now that it was just you and Shanks and Buggy. Just the three of you, against the world, a world that did not seem quite so dim and empty as it had been these past few months.

And so you and Shanks (and Buggy, once he woke up to the commotion) "can't sleep"-ed together, laughing and talking and acting like everything would be fine, like you were a proper crew, like you were all you needed, like you and Shanks had never shared that poisoned kiss.

...

The mornings after that were not quite as bright.

It turned out that if you wanted to be a pirate crew, a real pirate crew, you needed some things. Other crew mates - those would come later, Shanks reasoned - and supplies, plenty of them. So you docked the ship at a nearby port, far from Marine influence, and began shopping.

"You know, I've been thinking," said Shanks, taking a bite out of an apple, "Maybe we should change our flag - our Jolly Roger?"

"Roger's flag? No way."

"C'mon, think about it. It's our ship now."

"Who would we even change it to? I mean, I wouldn't mind letting you be captain - in name only - but Buggy won't like it."

"Buggy will get used to it."

"What, and he'll be first mate? Who am I, then?"

"I don't know, I'm sure we'll come up with something-"

You smacked his arm.

"You're such a jerk."

"Such a jerk, 'Captain.'"

...

Buggy had dreamt of you last night.

How things were different now, maybe, for the first time. How maybe things could really change.

Mihawk had abandoned you (bummer) and you and Shanks seemed to have a strange distance between you since the wedding that Buggy couldn't understand. You would need someone, he was sure of it, and he would be there.

"Hey, guys," Buggy called out, carrying a bag of groceries in one hand and climbing aboard the Oro Jackson. A single daisy was concealed in his pocket. "Got everything?"

"Yeah, um," you said, and you couldn't look at Buggy.

"...What? What's going on?"

You looked up at Shanks, pleadingly.

"Don't make me say it."

"He'll take it better from you," said Shanks, and Buggy detected a hint of a smirk on his face. Weariness, too.

"Shanks wants to be captain," you mumbled, staring at the deck.

Buggy laughed.

"Kidding, right? You're... kidding." He saw the look on your face. "You're not kidding. Well, you told him, no, right? You told him no."

"She agreed to it," Shanks said. "She didn't mind. But she wasn't sure how you would take it."

"Why would you agree to that?" Buggy shouted, louder than he meant to, and you flinched. "Look at me. Why would you-"

"I'm sorry," you whispered, a tear rolling down your cheek. "I thought it was the right thing."

"Why isn't it me, huh? Why not me? What's the difference? There's nothing Shanks has done that I couldn't do."

"I trust him," you confessed. "I trust him to lead-"

"Yeah? Why not me?"

"Buggy-"

"Answer the question," Buggy snapped. "Why not me?"

"That's enough," said Shanks. "That's enough."

Shanks, he noticed, had put his arm around your shoulders protectively - as if you needed to be protected. As if you needed to be protected, from him.

"I'm leaving," Buggy said, and turned to grab his things.

He really meant it, too - he meant it, as he went downstairs and collected his clothes and weapons and souvenirs of the life he'd been living for the past twenty years. He almost grabbed a sweater of his you often liked to borrow, but left it.

He'd been so stupid to believe that anything could change. That he'd finally be like Shanks, an equal. He would never be as good as Shanks. He would always be second in your heart to him - third, depending on what your opinion of Mihawk was at the time.

Somehow, he'd always known.

It didn't matter if this crew, this boat, was the best chance he had at getting the One Piece. He would get it anyway, and when he did, he was going to have a good laugh at the look on you and Shanks' faces. But then again, you probably didn't care if you died peasants, as long as you had each other, and you'd probably be thrilled to be rid of him-

"...Buggy?"

He heard a creak and turned to see you holding the sweater.

"You forgot something," you said quietly, holding it out to him. Buggy shook his head.

"It's worn out. It's all... stretched, and you got stains on it, and there's too many holes. It's beyond repair."

All lies. You were particularly careful with this sweater, because it wasn't just your favorite - you knew it was Buggy's favorite, too.

You frowned, staring down at it and searching for a tear.

"You can throw it out, for all I care," and Buggy slammed the lid of his suitcase down.

"It's really warm," you said, "...And I don't want to."

You pulled it over your head, sleeves hanging far past where your arms could stretch. Buggy watched you, unable to look away.

He had forgotten how cute you could be when you weren't stabbing him in the back.

"Why'd you come down?" he asked, fixing a resentful expression on his face. "Figured you'd be celebrating with Shanks right now."

"I'm not gonna let you leave, Bug. You really are crazy if you thought I would."

"What's the point in me staying? You as good as said it back there, there's nothing I do that Shanks doesn't do better-"

"And how do you think I feel?" you snapped. "You think it felt good, watching him be stronger my whole life? Knowing that no matter what I did, Roger was never gonna respect me more than him? Did you even think about the fact that when I let Shanks be captain, I took it away from myself, too?"

Truthfully, Buggy had never thought to consider it.

"Do you know why I put up with it?"

"Tell me."

"Because he goddamn deserves it," you stated. "He deserves every bit of respect he gets. He's nearly the best swordsman because he trained to be, he's a fighter because he fought to be, and he's never once faltered when I needed him. He's a leader, and that's not who we are. So you can walk away from me and him and the One Piece, and be a big baby, but there's a reason why I chose him over myself. Do you not think I'm capable, Buggy? Do you not think I'm good enough?"

"You're good enough."

"I know I am. But you didn't see me throwing a fit on the deck. Making him captain doesn't mean that I think Shanks is better than you, because I don't think he's better than me, either. We all have jobs."

"Yeah? What's yours?"

"Doctor," you said. "And sniper, and cook, for now."

"And what about me?" Buggy asked, leaning against the wall and fixing his gaze on you. "If I stayed, what would you have me do?"

"I'd let you be first mate. And shipwright. And blacksmith. You're talented with making things."

"I didn't think you'd noticed."

"Of course I have," you said. "I'm wearing something you made right now."

It's true, you were. Buggy had gotten into knitting a long time ago, during lazy days on the Oro Jackson in his youth, and had decided to make a sweater for you after seeing how cold you got. He'd lost his nerve in the middle of the project and begun making it in his size instead of yours after fearing you wouldn't want it, but it ended up in your hands anyway.

You approached Buggy, tentatively, the long sleeves of the sweater draping off your wrists. He eyed you as you stared up at him, pleadingly, and then threw your arms around him as if you trap him, and could make him stay there forever.

"Please stay," you whispered, voice muffled by his shoulder.

Buggy smirked, holding you.

"I didn't think you would beg, doll."

"...Only for you."

Maybe he would stay a little longer.

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[1ovemelikeasailor]

Savior pt.2

AGAIN WITH THE SONG DONT MAKE ME YELL AT YOU GUYS YALL SHOULD KNOW BETTER.

"Sailor Song" -GiGi Perez

Summary: both kids in denial, for different reasons.

Jenna Ortega x Female Reader

HIGHSCHOOL!AU

Check out pt.1

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No one's POV:

Eventually both of them left. Jenna left off to church by herself—it wasn't even a church day, but she told Y/n she had to do something. Y/n went off to walk, just walk wherever she could.

-

Jenna plays with her golden cross looking at the stand in church. No one was in, it was just Jenna sitting where she usually sat at church. She couldn't move, just stare.

She replays the moments in her head—the moments where you told her you were there...you were here. Whats wrong with her? What's happening? She stares at the statue of Christ behind the stand. She doesn't get it, she doesn't get whats happening—why it's happening to her?

"God, please, tell me what's wrong—I don't understand! Why—" Jenna starts crying talking to herself.

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Saturday

It was now the next week at church.

Y/n had already arrived with her family, just listening to the speech the pastor gave every weekend.

There was Jenna..sitting on the other side—looking at Y/n. At. Y/n. She cursed herself for even letting her eyes catch a glimpse of Y/n.

What have you done to her?

Eventually the speeches had finally end—Y/n already knew the drill going around the church. She walked around seeing someone.

"Jack? You go to church?" Y/n furrows her eyebrows extremely confused. Jack couldn't sit still for even a minute—especially in class, now church? That's way longer than just a class.

"Uh, obviously not, but me and Mason were about to go out to eat and he said you'd be here. So you down?" He asks, looking around. "Oh—"

"What?"

"Jenna. It's Jenna. Shes starring—"

"What?" Y/n looked even more confused.

No amount of times Jenna can pray, this won't go away. You won't go away, and she hated herself for it.

"Okay that was weird—she looked away already."

"Uh, yeah, wanna go out to eat now?" Y/n suggests, he nods and they both leave on their way. Jenna's in the aisle they are walking out of. As soon as they pass her a bump hits Y/n's shoulder. It's Jenna walk right past her.

"Hey—!" Jack was about to say something before Y/n hits him in the stomach. It makes him groan in pain, holding his own stomach.

"This is church Jack, not school, c'mon man."

"Whatever, Jenna's bad news, man."

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Monday

Y/n's music is interrupted by her headphones being taken off. Her eyes shoot up to the person who did.

"Tough day?"

Y/n doesn't respond, grabbing her headphones back. She goes back to listening to music.

"Understandable." Jenna nods sitting next to Y/n. She takes Y/n's headphones again.

"Jenna—stop."

"No. Why are you mad?"

"Why are you here?" Y/n snaps.

"Cheer."

"Right, cheer practice ended an hour ago." She scoffs leaving Jenna speechless. "Why are you really here, Jenna?" She raises her eyebrows, but Jenna doesn't respond.

She couldn't tell Y/n the truth. She couldn't tell her she was here because she wanted to see her again. She couldn't tell her she wanted to look in her eyes because it felt like home. She couldn't tell her the amount of times she tried to pray this away—she couldn't tell her how many times shes looked at her in church or school. She couldn't tell her she wanted you to herself. She couldn't even tell herself that—so how could she tell..you?

"Hello?" Y/n looks at Jenna zoned out. "You missed me or something?"

Jenna laughs.

"Me..? Me miss you? Are you fucking kidding?"

Y/n's never heard Jenna cuss before.

"Of course I wouldn't miss a queer kid like you! I just felt bad for you—call it pity, yeah?" Jenna tells her, no remorse. The immediate regret fills Jenna's eyes.

Fuck.

"Why do you do this, Jenna?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You put this whole personality on—"

"You don't know me."

"You're right." Y/n gets up grabbing her backpack. "I don't. Don't know why I even tried." She scoffs.

She watches as Y/n walks away from her. Her heart pounding wanting to go after her, but her feet staying in the same spot. She sees you get farther and farther away from her.

Y/n was right, cheer practice ended an hour ago. Why was Jenna here..?

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Tuesday

"I don't want to say told you so but—" Y/n cuts Mason off.

"Not in the mood, Mase."

Jasmin reads your facial expressions.

"Wait, did you actually like this girl? Y/n we told you she's bad news—for you, for everyone. Not to mention what she did to Jack."

Jack looks up at Jasmin.

"Jasmin."

"Sorry—sorry, just had to get my point across."

"There was something about her—something, Jas."

"Or maybe shes just a bitch?"

"Okay, Jasmin. Let's stop." Mason stops Jasmin.

Y/n thinks back on the moment. Jenna's brown eyes looking into her eyes. Her brown wavy hair dangling from her small ponytail. Her black leggings and small school crop top. The way they talked that one day underneath the bleachers—like it was just them. Just..them.

Y/n wouldn't mind falling in love with a girl, if that didn't mean falling in love with... Jenna Ortega.

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Jenna paces back and forth in her room. Her golden cross now becoming very breakable in her eyes. She see's her own bible in the corner of her eyes. What are you doing, Jen?

Tears feel her eyes, she doesn't know what to do. She's never felt this way before—not for any...girl. Jenna didn't want to go to hell. All her life she was told that she'll marry a nice man, have kids, and become a housewife. Her whole life she was told that Y/n was a bad person for who she liked. She liked girls, the same gender, thats not suppose to happen, but now it's happening to Jenna.

Jenna wouldn't mind being in love with Y/n, if it didn't mean being in love with...a girl.

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[bteezxyewriter12]

I Swear I Had A Plan With Those

Bully/ 2

Pairing- Namjoon x Named Reader

Word count- 6.5k

Includes- humping through clothes, oral, pussy eating, blow job, deepthroating, cum eating, missionary, from behind, cock riding, multiple orgasms, confusion, fluff

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5 months later

Namjoon POV

"C'mon Jimin your voice is amazing. You have nothing to worry about. ARMYS love you. They wouldn't want you to be so hard on yourself", she tells him

"Thanks Jo"

"Of course Jimin. All of you guys are amazing."

I watch her lean down and put some eye shadow on his eyelids

"What about Namjoon?", Jimin asks

She glares at him

"I'm sorry Jo. I know everything he did to you but you have to understand I don't know that Namjoon. So it's hard for me to imagine him being that way."

"Yeah we'll he was a massive asshole"

"Jo, he feels really bad about what happened with you. He does. He talks about it with me and he wants more than anything to make it up to you"

What is Jimin doing?

Why is he trying to help me?

He's just going to piss her off more

She looks at him with her eyebrow raised, "What are you trying to say?"

"That maybe you can give him another chance?"

Both her eyebrows go up, disbelief on her face

"You want me to give the guy who made my life miserable for years a second chance? The one who was the reason I got physically hurt? The one who turned the entire school against me? The one who was the reason why guys felt it was ok to touch me? You want me to give him another chance. Are you out of your fucking mind?"

God, she really hates me

And for good reason

"He changed Jo. He's nothing like that anymore"

She looks at the ceiling for a second, breathes in then looks back at Jimin

"I'm going to say this once. I hate Namjoon. I will say he is a great performer, an amazing rapper, lyricist and producer. I won't take that away from him. But I don't trust him at all. I know people say you should give people second chances but you know what, I don't want to give him one. I want him far from me. I don't give second chances. He fucked up his first. That's his fault not mine. He just needs to stay the fuck away from me and there'll be no problems"

Hear that breaks my heart

I just want to make everything up to her

Show her I'm sorry, show her I can be the kind of guy she'd want

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Two weeks later

Namjoon POV

"Joanne, Ari called out sick and we're short staffed"

"Uh ok", she says uneasily

"You have a choice. You can do Hobi and Tae's makeup. Or you can do Namjoon's"

Fuck

She's never going to pick me

No matter how much I want her to

She hasn't done my makeup in months, since that big blow out when the guys found out what I did

She sighs

"Really?"

"Yes. I know you did three of their makeup already but I'm giving you the choice instead of assigning it to you"

"Fuck", she mutters, thinking

"What's your choice?"

I'm about to tune everything out when I hear her answer

"RM"

Me?

She picked me?

Her boss raises her eyebrow, "Namjoon?"

She nods, "Yeah. I didn't sleep well last night and I'm tired. I'd rather do one person's makeup than two. Unless I can just pick Hobi or Tae?"

I feel my heart deflate

She'll probably get to do Hobi or Tae's makeup

She is the best makeup artist we have, so her boss usually gives her what she wants

But her boss shakes her head, "Tae and Hobi are getting their hair done now. That's why I put them together. Namjoon is already done"

She sighs, "Yeah ok. RM then"

Her boss nods and turns away, calling the other makeup artist

"RM", she says flatly

I get up from the couch and make my way to her

'Don't push her to talk to you', I tell myself

I don't want her to yell at me again

When I get to her, I just sit in the chair

She turns to me, holding my foundation

"Hi", I say softly

"Uh hi", she answers, tiredly

No snark or sarcasm

Just a normal hi

She begins to put my makeup on with a sponge

I casually look up at her

She's looking at me, scanning my face while she moves the makeup sponge

She's so gorgeous

I love everything about her

Her beautiful deep brown eyes, her stunning smile, her kissable mouth

I love her lip biting habit she has

She turns me on so much when she does that

Looking at her again, I meet her gaze

She licks her lip, her eyes on mine

Jesus christ she's making me hard

Then she tears her gaze away, shaking her head

Almost as if she couldn't believe she was looking at me

"Uh. Um close your eyes", she says nervously

Why is she nervous?

Does she have feelings for me too?

No she can't

She hates me

She told Jimin that two weeks ago

That's just my mind wanting her to want me

I feel her swipe a brush all over my face

"Keep your eyes closed"

I feel her move brushes over my eyes gently over and over

"You can open them"

I open my eyes to her looking back and forth between my eyes, checking the makeup

She's biting her lip again and I just want to kiss and suck on it

Fucking relax Namjoon

Jesus christ

I need to stop

She gets some lip product and a brush, putting it on my lips

"You're done", she says

I give her a small smile

"Fuck", she whispers

What?

What happened?

"Smile again", she whispers

Ok I don't know what's going on but she's talking to me so I'm not complaining

I smile again watching her look at me intently

I feel her fingers touching my face by my mouth

I can't help but shiver against her touch

It's then I realize she's touching my dimple

And I've never been as happy as I am now when someone touched my dimples

I decide to take a chance

I reach up, holding the back of her hand and move it to my cheek, turning into her palm

Fuck I love her touching me

I get braver and I turn more into her palm, kissing it

Looking back at her, she bites her lip again and I feel her thumb stroke my face

I close my eyes, just feeling her

"Namjoon! Where's Namjoon? I need him, he's next for pictures", someone calls

She snatches her hand away, a look of anger on her face again and turns away from me

No fuck

I want whatever was going on between us to happen again

I'm scared it's never going to happen again

I stand up from the chair and call her name

"Joanne"

I hear her breath in, then turn around

"What?", she snaps

Right, back to the same attitude

But I won't let it happen

Instead I just lean down and kiss her lips gently

Fucking fireworks go off and I love it

When I pull away she's so shocked, eyes wide, staring at me

I just give her a soft smile and turn from her

As I walk to the set, my heart pounds in my chest

I just kissed her

And she didn't punch me or yell at me

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J POV

He kissed me

And I let him

And I fucking loved it

Why?

Oh God, I want more

What the fuck is wrong with me?

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Namjoon sits in front of me waiting for me to touch up his makeup

While I fix a few things, I just keep thinking about him kissing me

And how much I want to kiss him again

How I want to feel what I was feeling when he kissed me

When I finish, I look up and notice that no one is here

Absolutely no one

Where is everyone?

But since there's no one here, I could maybe kiss him

I just have to do it quick

One more and never again

"Are you ok?", he asks softly

"Uh no", I answer

He raises an eyebrow and I just decide to go for it

Leaning to him, I press my lips against his

They're so soft and smooth

He doesn't move for a second, then his arms go around my waist pulling me closer

He licks my lips and fuck it, I open my mouth too

His tongue slides in, touching mine immediately

Goddamn it feels so good

I put my arms around his neck, touching his tongue with mine

Goddamn he's an amazing kisser

He pulls me to his lap and I go willingly like an idiot, straddling him

As soon as I sit on him, I feel his hard on through my clothes

Oh god, he feels good

He moves me closer, making me slide on his cock

Both of us moan from the contact

And fuck me, I start moving on him, feeling his hard on against my pussy

He grips my hips hard, helping me move on him

God I haven't had sex in such a long time

He moves so I can feel his cock more, moving me back and forth

His mouth is hard against mine, his tongue playing with mine

My hands are in his hair, tugging softly

Jesus I'm right there and the next slide on him makes me cum

"Fuck", I moan against his lips, pulling his hair and shaking in his arms

I still move on him, wanting to make him cum

It's takes a minute but he grips me so hard, moaning loudly, "Yes fuck yes"

He relaxes and I stop moving

It's then that I realize what the fuck I just did

No oh god no...I...I...came...he...he came...

NO

I shove him back and he looks at me in surprise while I fall over myself to get off him

Turning away from him, I grip the table hard in front of me, my eyes closed

I let him...

He touched me

His hard on made me...oh god what the fuck is wrong with me?

I can't believe I did that

That I let it get that far

I can't believe I liked it, that he felt that good

Oh god I can't

"Joanne", I hear him whisper

"No RM. Just go back to the shoot"

"But-"

"I'm not talking about it!", I shriek, "Just go away"

He sighs, "I will for now"

No not just for now

Forever

I hear his footsteps leaving and I'm wondering what the hell is wrong with me

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Namjoon POV

What just happened?

I really made...made her cum?

And she made me cum?

I don't know what happened

She just kissed me and I stopped thinking

I just did

Pulling her on me, feeling her sit on my hard on, moving her on me

I wanted to make her feel good

I wanted to make her cum

And after I did it for her, she made me cum

Then it's like she realized it was me she was doing it with and she jumped off me

Yelled at me to leave her alone

And I said I would, for the moment

I would have stayed but I had cum in my boxers and I had to come to the bathroom to clean everything

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*This next part takes place a week later. BTS didn't have any events or shoots or whatever so they didn't need their staff and Namjoon didn't see the reader. He decides to go to her apartment to talk to her (I haven't figured out how he knows where she lives yet- for the sake of the story as it is now- he just does)

J POV

I sigh as I open my door

Namjoon is standing there, looking at me

God he's so beautiful

Stop

I need to stop it now

But what the fuck?

Why is he here?

How did he get my address?

"What do you want?", I snarl

"I want to talk to you", he says

"Well I don't want to listen to you"

"Please Joanne."

"No"

What doesn't he get?

Why does he insist on wanting to talk to me when I made it clear months ago that I want him to leave me alone

It already sucks that I'm in love with him and it's worse that he won't leave me alone

I always catch him looking at me

He always looks like he wants to talk to me

But I avoid him as much as I can

Even so, I always end up watching him too

And I can't get that fucking day that we both came from feeling each other out of my head

It won't leave me alone

"Please. Can you just talk to me this once? Then you won't have to again if you don't want to"

I don't know what to do

Should I hear him out?

I hate that I want to listen to what he had to say

Fuck

"Fine", I snap, turning and walking into my apartment

I hear him close the door and follow me

I sit on my bed and he has too also

It's the only place to sit in my small studio apartment

"Joanne, I'm so sorry for everything I did to you. I hate what I did, I hate that I bullied you. I hate knowing I made you cry, that you got hurt because of me."

I don't know what he wants me to say

He's said this before and it hasn't changed anything

"I know you think I forgot about you but I never did. I swear. I thought about you everyday since high school and I wished I could apologize to you. Make it up to you.", he explains, "I was a complete idiot for not recognizing you. When you told me who you were, I can't believe I didn't see it. I'm sorry that I hurt you."

I just keep quiet

"I know I shouldn't ask but I want to know if you can give me another chance. I can prove to you I'm different, that I'm nothing like the Namjoon you knew. I just want to get to know you, the way I should have in high school."

He's asking a lot from me

"I don't know Namjoon. You are the one person I said I'd never give a second chance to. I went through so much because of you. I was depressed for years and I had to go to therapy to get over everything. I don't trust you"

"I'm sorry. I don't know what else I can say but I'm so sorry. I wish you could feel how sorry I am"

I don't know what to say

So I stay silent

"You don't have to answer me now. Can you just think about it?"

I guess I can think about it

I want to believe him but I don't want to risk anything

So I just nod

We sit in silence for a few minutes

"I guess I should go", he says

Yeah he should

I look over at him to see him looking at me

Why is he so hot?

Why?

Looking at each other, he just leans over and kisses me

And I don't push him away

I should

I should shove him off, slap him and make him leave

But I can't

I want him

Ever since that day in the dressing room, I've wanted him more and more

Without clothes on

And I hate that so much

I hate that I've fallen for him

I hate that he has changed from the asshole he used to be

Just watching him, how he is with the staff, the guys, his fans, anyone shows me how different he is

I don't want to believe it

I want to keep hating him

I don't want to have feelings for him

I don't want to want him

God I'm so fucked up

I fell for my bully

The guy I swore I'd hate forever

But I don't want to stop kissing him

His lips are so soft and feel so good

So I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer, hating that I'm doing that

His arms go around me and I hate how good it feels, how right it feels being in his arms

He slides his tongue in and it feels so good

He moans and my panties get drenched

Fuck why?

This is utter bullshit

He pushes me gently back and I move until I'm laying down, him hovering over me, still kissing me

We kiss for awhile, holding onto each other

He kisses my neck and I moan loudly

Why?

Why does he have to feel so good?

It's not fair

"Can I touch you? Please?", he asks

I shouldn't let him

I should just get up

Tell him to fuck off

But instead I say yes

His hands start touching me, roaming everywhere

And I fucking love it

I love the feel of his big hands on me and I want nothing more than him touching my skin instead of through my clothes

His hand goes down and under my shirt as if he heard what I was thinking

Electricity fires through me under his fingers

"I want you Joanne. So much", he whispers

Fuck what do I say?

I don't know

I know that if I tell him I want him too, I have to shut my brain off and just feel

Can I do that?

I want him, so yeah I can

"I want you too", I tell him

"Can I have you? I want to make you feel so good. I can, I promise. Please let me", he begs

Fuck me

I just give in

"Yes"

He sits up immediately and pulls me up

He gets my shirt and bra off in under a minute, kissing me and laying me back down

Kissing down my neck, he kisses my chest and shoulders, going down until he gets to my breasts

He licks my nipple and I get so fucking soaked

More than before

Fucking bullshit

He licks over and over and it feels so good

My arms go around him, one hand in his blonde hair

He switches to my other nipple and he starts sucking on it

"Fuck!", I moan, pulling his hair from how fucking good it feels

His hand plays with my other nipple while he sucks

After awhile he stops and moves back up my body, kissing me as he goes

"I want you in my mouth. I want to taste you, I want your pussy on my tongue, I want you to cum on my tongue. Can I have that? Please?", he asks

Holy shit

Mother of god

I fucking want that so much

"Yeah, ok", I agree

He lifts his head and smiles at me

Fucking hell, his smile is everything

His fucking dimples are goddamn beautiful

Why?

Why do I have to love his smile?

Kissing, licking and sucking down my body, his hands start pulling my pants down

He gets lower on me, sits up and pulls my pants off

He slides his hands up my legs and stops at my hips

He runs his hands down my pussy and I jump from the feeling

"Fuck you're panties are so wet. Did I do this to you?", he asks glancing up

I bite my lip and nod

He gives me another of his gorgeous smiles, then pulls down my panties

He looks at my naked body and I feel self conscience

"My god, you're fucking beautiful", he says with awe in his voice

What?

No way

I look up at him and his eyes are gliding all over me

"So fucking sexy", he murmurs, touching me all over

He glances up at my face and leans over, kissing my lips softly

"You're so beautiful Joanne. I've never seen anyone more beautiful than you. I mean that", he says

"Ok uh tttt....thanks", I mumble

"There's nothing to thank Jo. It's just facts. You're gorgeous"

I blush and he smiles again

He moves back and opens my legs

"Oh fuck", he moans

I feel him put his tongue on me and lick

"Fuck!", I shudder

Jesus it feels so goddamn good

And he just licked me once

He starts moving his tongue so fast, licking up and down, pleasure fucking exploding in my body

He's so fucking good with his tongue

Because of course he is

When he starts licking my clit, my entire body jumps from the bed in so much pleasure

"Oh god, yes, fuck"

"You like it there baby?", he asks

Fuck why do I like him calling me that?

I don't know but I love it

"Yes Namjoon, yes", I moan

"Ok baby", he answers

His tongue slides on my clit over and over, making me feel so good and driving me fucking insane

"Oh my god, oh my god", I whimper

I feel him take my clit in his mouth

He sucks once and I fucking explode

"Yeah NAMJOON, yes", I shout, coming hard

His tongue slides all over me as he moans

I don't know what the fuck is going on with my body but his licking sends another orgasm through me, feeling fucking amazing

I've never came one after the other except with him

Of course it has to be with him

Of course

"Fuck, ahhh, fuck", I cry

I can't stop my body from trembling

He lifts me up a little and his tongue slides inside me

"Holy fuck!"

God it feels so good

So fucking amazing

He moves his tongue up and out, then goes back in

No one has ever done this, no one has ever eaten me out as good as he has

The pleasure is so fucking intense and my brain shuts off

I can't think, I can only feel

He keeps going and I feel another orgasm building

I need to cum

I want it so much

His tongue goes in and I cum on it, my hips snapping up into his face, my hands grabbing his hair and hold him to me while I climax

Stars burst in my vision from feeling so good

When it ends, my body goes limp and he pulls away

He comes next to me and kisses my cheek

"You taste so fucking good. I fucking love it"

I moan

Holy shit

He's driving me crazy

I sit up and pull him up

He looks confused until I pull his shirt up and off

And I'm hit with his fucking gorgeous body

My mouth drops while I look at him

His chest and stomach are fit, no hard muscles like a body builder but they're defined

And so hot

His arms and his shoulders are amazing

"Fuck Namjoon", I gasp, biting my lip

I look at his face and he's blushing

I touch his face and kiss him gently

"You're beautiful", I tell him, "And so fucking sexy"

I kiss him again, sliding my tongue in his mouth

His arms go around me holding me close to him

God why?

Why does being in his arms feel so right?

Like I belong here

I have to stop

He's still the guy who made me miserable

It's just sex

I push him back and he lays down

Pulling his pants and boxers off, I throw them behind me

I finally see his cock and shit, it's big

And I'm so fucked up because I just want him in my mouth

If someone told me months ago that I'd be blowing Kim, Namjoon, I would have slapped them

Leaning down, I lick up his cock and listen to him moan

I put his head in my mouth and move down his cock, putting all of him in my mouth

I don't have a gag reflex and it doesn't bother me

"Holy shit Joanne"

I suck and he yells in pleasure

I smile and suck harder, moving my head up and down his length

I love how he feels in my mouth

I'm fucking crazy

Seriously

"Fuck baby, you're so good at this"

Sliding up his shaft, I suck on his head, keeping my tongue on the underside and licking there

"Fuck me. Oh god", he yells

I keep sucking, loving that I'm making him go crazy

I wrap my hand around his shaft and jerk him off while I suck and lick his head

"Baby, I'm....oh fuck.."

I take him all in my mouth again, sucking his cock hard and fast

His hand goes in my hair, moving my head up and down, while he thrusts into my mouth

It doesn't hurt

I like that I'm making him feel like this

"Oh fuck, fuck fuck!", he screams, coming down my throat

I swallow on his cock and he whimpers

I keep swallowing hearing his cute yelps

He let's me go and I pull him out

Looking at his cock, I watch as cum still comes out

Leaning over again, I lick it off

Fuck me, he tastes so goddamn good

He shivers when I lick him and I keep doing it until he stops leaking

I lay down next to him and whisper in his ear, "Your cum tastes amazing Namjoon"

"Fuck baby"

He rolls over on top of me, kissing me hard, his hard on pressing into my leg

What?

How is he hard again so fast?

"I need you. I need to be in you baby. Can I?", he asks

I can't say no

And I don't want to

I want him in me as much as he wants to be inside

"You better Namjoon", I answer

He smiles his fucking amazing dimpled smile, taking my breath away

He opens my legs and lays in between them

He kisses me again, then moves to my neck

I put my arms around his body, running my hands all over his back, his arms, his sides

I love how he feels

I love feeling his skin on me

His hands wrap my legs around him, sucking on my neck while he pushes in

"Oh, oh god", I moan from him sinking in inch by inch

"Fuck baby. I love how tight you are", he moans

When he moves, fires shoots through my body and my pussy clenches him

"Fuck", he groans, starting to thrust harder and faster

Pleasure over takes me and again my brain shuts off

"So good", he moans

He's so big, he's hitting all the right places

I've never been able to cum during sex

The guys ate me out before sex

Not that I don't enjoy it, I do

It feels good but it just never happened

But it hasn't felt as good or pleasurable as it is with Namjoon

Because of course not

So I'm not expecting to cum the next time he slams inside me

"Fuck oh fuck!", I scream, coming on his cock and squeezing him so tightly

I can't let go of him, he feels too good and I want to keep him inside

"Good girl, fuck baby, don't stop coming on me", he moans, slamming harder while I cum

He made me orgasm

Of course it had to be with him

This is getting to be ridiculous

Of course his kiss drives me insane, his touch makes me tremble, his body makes me feel amazing

Because of fucking course it's him

He moves so fast, thrusting hard over and over, throwing me into another orgasms right away

"Yes yes yes!", I shout

My body is on fire and the pleasure is overwhelming

"Namjoon fuck"

"Yes baby. Yes"

When I finish he pulls out, grabbing my arms and pulling me up

Namjoon POV

I pull her up and hold her against the wall that her bed is against

I'm on my knees, kissing her hard

"Open baby", I whisper

She's holding onto me with her arms around my neck and all I want is to be back inside

"Please", I plead, "Open your pretty legs for me baby girl. I wanna be back inside. Please let me"

I don't care how I sound, I just want her

I want her legs around me, I want her kissing me, I want her pulling my hair, screaming my name again

She opens her legs for me , wrapping them around my waist and I hold her up from her perfect ass

Pitying my head to her hole, I push in, feeling her tiny tight cunt open so pleasurably around me

"Fuck yes", I moan while she whimpers against my neck

Once I bottom out, I start moving, in and out, pleasure shooting through my body

No girl has ever been so perfect for me

I fit inside her so fucking well and I love the way she squeezes me

"Oh my god", she cries when I start moving harder and faster

Kissing her neck, shoulders and chest, she slides one of her hands in my hair and pulls, pulling my head back and kissing all over my neck

Fuck it feels so good

"Fuck Joanne, you're fucking amazing", I praise, "So wet for me, so tight for me"

"Yeah Namjoon", she moans

God damn, hearing her moan my name turns me on so much

I love hearing it

Especially since she only calls me RM or says my name so coldly and with so much hate

I feel her pussy tighten on me and I know she's gonna cum any second

"Scream for me", I ask, slamming into her hard

"FUCK NAMJOON!", she screams, coming so hard on me, "Oh god NAMJOON, NAMJOON!"

Yes, fuck I love hearing her scream my name

Shit, the feeling of her coming is giving me such intense pleasure

She feels so good

I don't remember being cummed on feeling so good

"Good girl", I praise her, "Again baby. I love when you fucking cum on me"

"Fuck Namjoon"

Slamming in her harder and harder, I listen to her screams and I fucking love it

I love that I'm making her feel this way

The person she hates making her feel so good

I hate that she hates me because all I want is her

But she's letting me now, so all I can do is take it and be happy

"Oh shit NAMJOON fuck!", she shouts when another orgasm rips through her

I feel her legs shaking around me and she's pulling my hair so hard

Her chest is pressing into mine, when her back arching off the wall

"Fuck, fuck", I moan

I feel myself getting ready too

The pleasure is too intense

"I'm..I'm...gonna....", I try to say, but having to stop

I don't want to get out

I breathe in, "I'm gonna cum. I want to cum inside you. Can I?" I beg

"Yes", she yells, "Yes!"

Fucking yes!

"Fuck Joanne!", I shout, coming inside, her pussy clenching me so tightly

"Oh god, shit, yes", I moan, holding her to me tightly, bliss assaulting my body

Only when I finish, do I pull out and she pushes me on my back

"Shit", she whispers

I look up to see her looking at my cock with her eyes wide and eyebrows up

What?

What's wrong?

I look down

Oh

Damn, I'm still hard

I don't know how

Looking back up at her, she smirks and climbs on top of me

She hovers right over me and raises an eyebrow

I nod rapidly, wanting her on me again

And again

And again

I can't get enough of her

She doesn't say a word, she just slides down until I'm all in, the sight of her hole stretching around me so fucking pretty

She lets out a small moan and I get so turned on

She starts bouncing making me groan from the pleasure

"God baby, you're so good at this"

The smile she gives me while she bounces on me is killing me

She's just everything

"Fuck Namjoon, you're so big and so fucking hard. You feel so good"

Fuck me, she's so sexy

I get up on my elbows and just watch her

I can't tear my eyes away

She's still smirking, her hips moving, her boobs jiggling like crazy and her pussy squeezing me so tightly

I'm in heaven

This has to be heaven

She leans back, her arms behind her on my thighs, pussy tightening so much on me and starts slamming on me hard

"Oh god", I whimper

I just want to fucking touch her

But first I want to watch more

I hear her breathing getting faster and she sweating, her pussy pulsing rapidly around my length

She's creaming my cock so much, I'm covered in it

I fucking love it

"You gonna cum Jo?", I ask her

She nods, "Mmmhmm"

"Good baby. I want you too"

"Ok", she whispers

"Now baby girl"

She moans so loudly, and I feel her clench me so much more when she cums again

Watching her cum is fucking hot

The way her head leans back, the way her chest heaves as she screams and breathes heavily

I look down to where she's on me and fuck I see her legs shaking and her pussy pulsing on me, creaming my cock even more than before it's pooling in my lap

Fuck god, that's amazing

She sits back up with my cock still buried in her

"Good Jo?", I ask

"Amazing", she answers

"Good baby, get ready for more", I growl, laying back down, grabbing her hips and bringing her up my cock then slam her back down

"FUCK", she screams, grabbing my arms tightly

"Again Joonie. Do it again. Please baby", she cries

Joy blasts in my body hearing her call me "Joonie" and "baby"

It's so much better than RM

It may be stupid but maybe it'll be different between us now

I hope so

Slamming her down again, she shouts

"More Joonie, more", she begs, tears falling down her face as she gets wrecked on my cock

"Anything for you baby", I assure her

As I slam her down, I thrust up and she screams so loudly

"Yes Joonie, there, right there"

"Ok baby. I'm gonna give it to you good", I answer, moving faster and faster

"Oh god, oh god Namjoon!", she cries, holding my cock when she explodes

She leans over, putting her hands on my shoulders because she's shaking so hard

I just look up and stare at her, loving the pleasure in her face and the way her pussy is throbbing on me

She collapses on me when she's done and she puts her face in my neck

"Holy shit Namjoon", she breathes

"You want more baby girl?", I ask

She nods, sobbing, "Yeah Joonie. I want more of you"

Yes yes yes

Fucking yes

I love hearing her say that

Rolling over, I get her under me and sit up

Turning her, I put her on her hands and knees, then pound into her

"Yes!", she screams

She clenches me so hard immediately and doesn't let go, making pleasure shoot through every nerve in me

I start moving fast and hard, keeping my arm around her waist so she stays in place while I plow into her waiting hole

"Yes. Oh fuck, yes Namjoon! Harder baby. Harder!", she yells

I pull her legs open more and lean over her back, ramming her hard like she wants

Moving my hand down, I play with her clit while I fuck her

"Oh my god", she moans

"Yeah baby. I want you to cum again. I love when you cum for my cock. It's my favorite thing in the world", I whisper to her

She just moans

"Please baby. Your pussy is so wet and feels so good. My girl is so tight and perfect. Don't you want to cum baby? I thought you wanted me"

"I do", she breathes hard, "I do want you. I love your cock. I love you slamming in me. Keep going and I'll cum all over you like you want baby"

Yes fuck, that's what I want

I snap my hips and go in so deep, making her scream and causing another orgasm, just like I wanted

I see her arms shaking and she's struggling to hold herself up

"Don't fall baby. I'm not done with you yet"

"Joonie", she whimpers

"Just one more baby. Please. For me?", I plead, "Can I make you cum again?"

"Fuck. Yes Joonie, yes", she agrees, cried

I kiss her back and sit up

Grabbing her hips, I slide her up and down my cock

She starts moving too, slamming herself back on so hard

The pleasure is running through my body

God her pussy feels so good

I don't want anyone but her

I don't know how I'm going to be able to stay away from her now

She's clenching my cock and I wait for it

"Fuck Namjoon!", she screams and I watch her pussy throb on me and her cum soak my cock, while she still moves

God, I love seeing that, it turns me on so much more

She slides on me again and I lose it

"Fuck JOANNE, yes baby!", I cry, gripping her hips and coming hard, inside her, ecstasy hitting my body hard, her pretty cunt milking me for all my cum

"Yes Namjoon, oh god baby, you feel so good", she yells

God she's fucking amazing

When I pull out, she falls face down on the bed

Laying next to her, I kiss her shoulders and her back

I love the way her skin feels and the way she shudders under my lips

"My baby is so sensitive now", I smile against her skin

She moans and moves closer to me

Sliding my hand in her sweaty hair, I play with it, not giving a shit that she's sweating.

I just still want to touch her

Because I won't be able to after tonight

Unless I say something to her

But I don't know if I should

I have to think about it more

But now I want her

I want her in my arms

I want to hold her and fall asleep with her

I just don't know if she'll let me stay

"Joanne, uh...", I trail off

"Yeah?", she breathes

"Can....uh....can I stay with you? For the night?"

I'm so scared of her answer

"Namjoon, I don't know if that's a good idea", she answers

My heart falls but I don't blame her

It's just sex to her

I can't expect her to want me or feel different just because we had sex

"Oh uh ok"

"Fuck it", I hear her whisper

"You can stay Namjoon", she answers, "I want you"

Happiness bursts in my heart

Maybe she does feel like I do

She turns to me and moves closer, cuddling into me

"Just hold me Namjoon. Just for tonight", she asks

"I will. I promise I won't let you go", I answer, kissing her cheek

Wrapping my arms around her, I run my fingers in her soft beautiful hair and watch her eyes close

She falls asleep in my arms quickly and I just watch her

I love her but I don't know if she'll ever give me a chance to prove to her I'm different

I'm hoping she will but I just don't know

"I love you", I whisper

Then I close my eyes, falling asleep

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Rewrote a scene from Solaricks from Rick's first person pov because this scene makes me go insaneeeeeeee

I went into my spaceship, I heard that fucking voice that sounded like Diane again. That thing I built to haunt me. It was the least I could do. Diane's death was all my fault. I wasn't fast enough. If I didn't fucking stand there, frozen in shock like a pussy, she'd still be alive today. I'm sure of it. But then again, I'm sure if Prime wanted someone dead, there's not a lot anyone can do to stop him. "Is that symbolic? Are you letting go? I understand baby!" She..I mean it laughed a little. Ignore her…ignore it…igno- "I forgive you!" What? Fuck no. I couldn't let myself hear this. This wasn't her! I snapped "You don't get to say! You're not her! You're a thing I built to torture myself! This whole fucking timeline is cursed! I gotta get out of here!" She spoke with mock sympathy, "Because you wanna move on." "BECAUSE I DON'T!" I held back to urge to hit myself for letting myself say that. I thought of Beth, Summer…Morty. "A-burp-nd I have to." I looked over in the direction of the voice…it was almost like talking to her again. "I came back on accident…the guy I'm looking for…he's not findable Diane…" I closed my eyes and recollected myself. "I live with a version of Beth now…" Diane exclaimed, "Sounds like a version of nice!" Heh, I'm sure she'd love to hear about our grandkids. I could talk to her about them all day, I know that she'd love Morty. I'm sure the kid would love her too. I continued "We have grandkids, that's who Summer is. She's going to get me out of here." I thought about Summer, her determination…her spirit…"She reminds me of you." Diane spoke, and you could basically hear the smile in her voice (if she wasn't a disembodied voice) "Oh really?" I almost smiled, until her voice stopped me in my tracks "Is she dead too?" I looked down. "Goodbye Diane."

I prepared to fly into the rift, the voice stopped my train of thought "You're not honestly going to fly into the rift without coordinates, are you?" I felt my stomach churn with her next words "Don't give up on us, Rick!" The voice continued "I don't make the rules! Haunters gonna haunt!" My unibrow furrowed. Ignore, ignore, ignore. I began flying, seeing the rifts, I could still hear the fucking voice "Baby?" Fuck. Hearing Diane's voice say that again…..no. It wasn't her. IT WASN'T HER! "Are you killing yourself?" Heh. I wish. "I'm more embracing the win-win of risking my life." I took a deep breath in. I flew through the rift. The colors swirled and meshed. Changing every second. I couldn't even pin one color. This was no time to admire it. I had to remember what I was here for. "C'mon! C'mon! C'mon!" It fucking spoke again "Baby? Something to keep in mind…if you were pulled home by whatever happened, it's likely our target was as well." Fuck. It had a point. "It's also likely that he's having as much trouble leaving as you are. I wiped off the spittle from my bottom lip with my hand "He's trapped…"

Finally, finally! I heard Summer's voice "Grandpa?" I saw the coordinates. "Oh fuck yes!" I was able to detect Morty thanks to the tracking chip I had in his spine. Summer continued "Grand-" Her voice cut out "Grandpa!" I praised "Summer! Gold star! Always believed in you! Now the hard part." Summer spoke "Hard part?" I instructed "Way worse things than me can see that becaon too, hunker down and protect it while I grab Morty. Rick out. Try to survive!"

I crashed down, I should be in Morty's dimension, hopefully he's close by. I barely got out of my spaceship before I saw him. "Morty!" He ran to me with his arms outstretched like a fucking idiot. "Rick!" I kneeled down to his eyelevel, he was so fucking short. I held onto to his shoulder and he continued to speak "I knew it! I knew you wouldn't leave me!" I plucked out a strand of his hair "Ow!" I held back a wince, maybeeee I should've explained why I pulled it out beforehand, oh well, too late now. Not the weirdest thing I've done for sure. "What the fuck?" I couldn't be bothered to explain, not right now. I should be able to use his DNA to track Prime. "Morty, did you see another Rick here? Non-descript haircut, sci-fi jacket…eh, of course you didn't see him you'd be dead…" Another idea popped into my head "Or you'd be a bomb! Do you feel bomb-y?" I waited, he seemed fine. Thank god. "Nah, you probably would've blown up by now." Morty spoke "W-wasn't the Rick here dead? That's why you picked places, right?" Classic Morty, incapable of seeing the bigger picture "O- uhh your Rick uh…not dead…more like…not around, when I met you I was sorta hoping he might turn up one day." FUCK YEAH! I was finally able to track Prime! "You son of a bitch! I got you!" I ran into the spaceship, and Morty, like the dutiful partner he was, followed after me. "Wh-Where where are we going?" I answered in a matter-of-faculty manner "To kill your grandpa, little buddy." "Wait, what?" I sighed and explained "Your original Rick was Rick Prime, the Rick that killed my family, I came to this dimenson because I was hoping he'd come back one day, y'know, before it got corenberged, he was pulled back here, and now I can track him." I explained on the fly there. Morty blinked "I don't understand…my original Rick killed your family? And you were just waiting for him to come back?" Gee, thanks captain obvious. It's not like that's what I just said. "Seems like you understand fine, Morty. That was A+ retyping."

The spaceship serched to a stop "We're here." Morty couldn't see the building, so he assumed we were just in the vacuum of space. I opened up the spaceship and he covered his mouth, as if that would help, idiot. It wouldn't matter either way, I modified his body to be able to breath in space for a reason. "This guy Morty, he hates being found but loves building elaborate shit." I decided to put it in a way he'd understand "Like-like playing a bunch of Minecraft but on a private server." Morty uncovered his mouth "Am I in a fucking K-hole right now, what's going on!?" I threw something that would make the building visable.

I saw Prime's fucking face. I heard his annoying ass voice and laugh. "Woahhh ho-ho you found me!" I shot the moniter. It just reappeared in a different spot "Yeah, I'd shoot the first monitor too, listen I'm not here…or am I?" A tube appeared, Prime was in there. I wanted so badly to shoot it, but the glass was probably bullet-proof. "There's the clone you found!" Fuck. "Or maybe it's me all naked…" My eyes perked "Just a lil' Kysher Soscye. I mean, why would I admit it's not?" It started dancing "Ohhh look at him go, look at him dancing! O-or me! Again it might be me, but like a Saw thing! I'm veryyy sneaky, he's a bunch of killbots to deal with while you wrestle with that. Fuck.

I instinctively jumped to shield Morty, a blue shield surrounded us and the spaceship. Morty went in the spaceship while I shot the killbots. "Obviously I don't know who I'm talking to here, it's all prerecorded" I shot the mointer again, but it just reappeared, of course, what was I thinking? "Buttt if you got this far you probably think you're real special, tell ya what." The tube disapeared. FUCK! Why can't things just go right for once?! "Oo there he goes! Maybe that actually was me!" I got laser whips from my arms thanks to my implants, Prime contined "And if you follow him down there we can have a big fight! 50% chance I'm not lying!"

I heard Space Beth's voice, her voice occasionally getting cut out due to the static "We're in troubl- asshole! I shouldn- have to beg!" Morty whined "Rick, my moms are in trouble!" Ugh, what a planetary mindset." Those versions of them are." I reminded him. Morty continued with his squeaky voice "We gotta save them!" He flew the spaceship up slightly "Rick, this is an obvious trap!" I held back a scoff, as if he knew anything about traps. "If you go down there, he's just going to kill you!" I spoke without thinking "Good!" Morty blinked "What?"

He flew the spaceship down and started walking toward where the tube dropped. "Now what?" Morty replied "If you don't care if you die, why do you care if I die?" This little turd. He tried going down, but I pulled him back by his shirt "Knock it off! Get outta here! You did this last season! You're like a suicide bomber!" Morty replied "Takes one to know one!" Sharp tongue, must've got it from his grandpa. "Yeah? Well you get it from him, not me!"

Morty gestured over to him "I don't know him." He looked at me with those big doe eyes, how the fuck he could look at me with such trust, I have no clue. "You're my grandpa Rick." What? I felt my expression soften without my permission. This fucking kid…what did he think he was saying? There was no way he knew what he was saying or else he's just even fucking stupider than I thought, and that's saying something. I'm a fucking asshole to him, I know that! I insult him on the daily! I'm the worst fucking kind of person! A grandpa is someone who's supposed to be fucking decent, not some kind of fucked up manipulative person who's irrationally attached to you! So how the hell��his voice, which seemed a lot less annoying now, broke through my haze "Rick and Morty, 100 years." Jesus fucking Chirst. This kid was too pure for this world. He deserved a better grandpa.

Prime's voice, which was a lot more annoying, brokes my train of thought "This place totalllyyy might blow up by the way! Here'sssss a buncha countdowns!" A bunch of numbers appeared "One of them is probably accurate…"

Morty's eyebrows furrowed, I couldn't take him seriously when he was angry, he made this little face! "Well, I'm leaving!" He went in the spaceship. Well fuck, what kind of grandpa would I be if I let him save them on his own? I went in the driver's seat "If you're going to do it at least do it right!" I chastised. Morty smiled "You'll help me save my moms!?" I scoffed "Whatever." I felt something wrap around me. I tensed up and saw Morty hugging me "Thanks Rick." I scoffed "It's nothing, okay?" He let me go and I flew over to help Space Beth.

[little-bug-el-faouly]

Layla's pov: Asylum Escape #2

► Part one: Asylum Escape

‘Do you even recognize me?’

He did. Mostly. Took a moment of them staring like she might just disappear again before the words came pouring out. All slurred without much of a filter.

She let him ramble until she got something she understood. There were quiet moments between where he spaced out. Layla waited patiently. Understandably, that took some time. He wasn’t in a good state. Wasn't like she had anywhere else to be, he had all of her attention.

“Echar una mano-“

“Should say it in French mate she knows that one.”

“Dejar plantado-”

“Sorry Layla.”

“Mi polola~”

“Absolutely fucking not.”

“Less cursing, more French guys. C'mon! Bonjour Layla! T’es belle!”

“Cut it out. We need to-”

“Sorry bruv I’m just tryna say ‘ello.”

"Será mejor que no le hables así.”

“And you need to shut the fuck up too.”

“Bit of a mess up here innit? Sorry.”

“No. Layla you need to go. It’s not uh-”

“Si amor, no es seguro aquí.”

“Not a vacation is what it is. It’s bloody awful.”

“Safe. It’s not safe. Trap.”

“Si, I said that.”

“No, you didn’t, you wibbled on in Spanish.”

“Spanish? Ah. My mistake. Hard to think right now.”

“They’re not going to let me leave. Needed you to get me to talk.”

“He’s right. You must leave, mi vida.”

“I will end you.”

The laugh that came out of him definitely wasn’t Marc. She was certain his hand would have waved a grander gesture or punched himself if it hadn’t been restrained. Layla watched him struggling and tried to not let her nose crinkle up. It hurt to see him like this. He shouldn’t be here. Couldn’t hold himself in the front for long. Maybe it was the sedatives they had him on? Or just this place? She didn’t know. She’d never seen them this bad before.

“Hey- hey, hey, hey. All of you. Shut up a sec. Look at me.”

They did. He did. Head strained to lift up a fraction more so he could try and hold her stare. Layla softened her eyes, wishing she could reach out and hold his hand. She was going to do one better.

“I’m not leaving here without you. You got that? I need you all to get on the same page. If you’re right, we got one shot at this. Can you hold yourself up? Why haven't you used your suit yet?”

"Fine, but I don’t like this."

“I mean I’ll try. Rooms a bit spinny."

"Old bird? In the mood he's in? Hah."

"That stupid pigeon-”

“It's complicated.”

“What you got planned for us chica?”

“I swear. Once I take off these restraints, if you punch yourself, we’re going to have a problem. Focus.” “You tell ‘em, love.”

“I am focused.”

“Ahh he’s behaving now wife is here.”

"Shut your mouth."

Layla worked on the restraints behind his back. Helping him up to his feet. Keeping an arm around him while he gathered his bearings. Layla guided him towards the door, letting him lean his weight onto her as they moved.

Pushing him up against the wall just out of view. Close enough to be sharing each other's air, he leaned in but she didn't rise to it. Instead, she raised her hand to gesture for him to wait for the signal. He leaned back with a more stern expression, and then his eyebrows shot up and a more nervous one broke through. She thumped her fist against the door until one of the escorts opened it. Show time.

[expirydateofficial]

Expiry Date (Chikn Nuggit Infection AU/End of the World AU Fanfic)

POV : Slushi

Read Chapter 1 here

Read Previous Chapter here

Chapter 4 - Rescue - Part 1/2

Read Part 2 here

[Image ID : It fell.

Dark splattered over the shadows.

The zombie fell and it's eyes met mine.

Deja vu.

"Guys." I began to speak through the foul. "Stay far behind me." I stepped backwards.

"What are you going to do?" Milkshek asked.

The zombie inched towards the light, I squirmed my earbuds in.

"I guess.. it's something I haven't really done before." I replied.

My finger caressed the trigger with sweat.

"I'm sorry." I muttered silently to absolve my guilt.

It did not work.

My ears screamed in pain. It felt like they were exploding.

I remember falling. Blurry. Searing white hot like a brain freeze dialed up to max and beyond and beyond. I cannot think i cannot think empty my mind is completely blank with pain.

I saw it fall, convulsing and bubbling. Road gravel pelted and glued to my fur and clothes. I stared at Milkshek and Old Pea, they are moving their mouths. A single consistent high pitch tone silenced their words, silenced my thoughts.

It's ring began to fade and the sound of flowing wind cleared in.

I realised I was laughing.

"Dude, was that how shooting a gun feels?" My excuse.

I stared at Milkshek and Old Pea, guilt washed over me.

I stuttered. "I'm sorry, I-"

Was this who I am all this time? So excited so bent on killing on destroying someone's lives and memories and-

I was crying. The tears dropped into my mouth. The salt tasted so sweet and tender.

I turned, my paws still pressed against on the sharp road. Bundles of skin overlap and tangle at the doorway. Lifeless.

Milkshek turned to me and forced a smile. "It's ok. You did what you have to do." Milkshek paused and stared. "I.. understand.." Old Pea's hands appeared from behind her and embraced. "Thanks, babe. We have to rescue whoever's trapped in there."

"Yeah! You're right, Milkshek! C'mon, let's go-" I paused. "Right, the front door is obviously not safe anymore so our only option is through there." I pointed at a side window.

"But the glass, Slushi." She turned worried.

I forced a smile in return. "It's alright, we break the glass, and then we sweep it away from out here."

"There is another way." Old Pea inserted.

We turned at him.

His tone grew certain. "Me. I can shrink and get in through the window, no sweeping glass required as I'll be on the walls."

"No, babe. I will not risk losing you, not again." Milkshek was firm in her reply.

"You won't, I promise." Old Pea was firm as well.

Milkshek let go.

"Alright, babe. Please be careful, alright? Please."

"I will." Old Pea was sure.

The window was smashed open. I felt my muscles petrify in response.

There was a pop sound, and almost like instant, Old Pea was around the size of one of my beans.

Milkshek brought him in. Her palms sweating and vibrating. He went back to size, it was safe where he was at. Then he went out of view to search.

I could hear my bff's breaths, borderlining on hyperventilating. She turned to me.

"He'll be ok. I know it." I answered.

A window opened. Old Pea opened it from the other side.

Milkshek calmed down, and so did I.

The kitchen was pitch black, no lights there too.

We turned on our flashlights. It looked prestine, untouched as if frozen in some slice of the Universe that fell out of the confines of time.

I guess in hindsight it was little dumb of me to do but..

"IS THERE ANYONE THERE?" I yelled out.

Milkshek and Old Pea was shook.

"Sorry." I let out a smile for some fishing reason.

...

"Um, hi?"

A reply.

It came from a door. The handle refused to budge.

"Oh, hi!" I responded.

"Are those thangs still out there?" The voice grew concerned.

"Oh, um.." I fidgeted. "I.. killed it."

The door stared at me, devoid of emotions.

"I.. Has any of you been infected?" The other side asked.

...

I felt the million cuts surrounding my body serenading in the still air.

What if I am infected?

What if it has already been too late. That my fate has been already sealed without my knowledge.

I felt the spiral of fear.

What if I am already infecte-

"I saw it myself." Milkshek replied.

I woke up.

"I saw it happen." Milkshek stared back, her eyes in her memories. "It was almost instant." Her paws and voice trembled. Old Pea noticed and rubbed them gently.

Guilt returned.

Boxes moved beyond the door. I heard scrapping.

The door went ajar.

A pale lizard glistened against our lights. They were stuffed in an oversized sweater, dark gray. Two asymetrical rectangles bordered around their eyes which shone like, like mango sorbet. A large tail hid in the dark, its silvery tone reflected stray rays. It felt like the picture in the bedroom became animate.

They looked at us. "That sucked. I'm sorry."

"No, it's ok." Milkshek answered.

I realised, "I forgot to introduce, I'm Slushi."

"I'm Shugarcube. Nonbinary." They pulled the door open. Boxes tumbled onto the ground.

"I'm Milkshake and this is my babe!" Milkshek turned to Old Pea and picked him up. Old Pea smiled. "Hi, I'm Old Pea."

They made a soft laugh. "You have a camp somewhere?"

"Oh um, not really." I admitted. "But we really need to get to my house." My mind turned to Sody and the others. "We're still looking.. for our friends."

"But Slushi, your house is really far." Milkshek commented. "We need to go back and get the car."

"It's ok, I have a car." Shugarcube interjected. They took out the keys. "It's parked in the garage."

Shugar turned their gaze at the adjacent door and opened it. Staircase down.

End ID]

Read Part 2 here

Also, special thanks to ProjectENDO on Twitter for giving permission to use their Chikn Nuggit oc, Shugarcube!!! Shugarcube's first appeared in Card Reader and is a background character in the og show but nowww... NOT ANYMOREE!!!!

[Image ID : Left picture is a retweet by ProjectENDO of Card Troubles, an episode of Chikn Nuggit, which says "Big Thank You to KyraKupetsky for asking me to cameo in today's Chikn Nuggit episode, enormously happy with how she translated my design roughs

I'm a nonbinary leopard gecko named Shugarcube"

The right picture is my conversation with ProjectENDO in direct messages, where I asked "helooo, im writing a Chikn Nuggit Infection AU/End of the World AU tragedy fanfic on AO3, tumblr and hereeee and i kinda want to have ur Chikn Nuggit oc Shugarcube in it as a survivor, if u dont want that or dont reply, i wont add them in because its ur oc and stuff ya but let me know if u want me to add them in, if u will then they will be added in chapter 4"

They replied "Awesooome lmao go for it"

End ID]

[someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae]

It's okay!

!Lee: Y/n

Ler: Seonghwa

Relationship : Friends

Genre: Ateez Fluff, Ateez tickle

A/n: Sooooo I'm excited to write this fic bcz it's one of my big dreams that someone in my rl is like this 😭 like Seonghwa at all I love him sm

Warnings : This is a tickle related Fanfiction, so if this is not your type, feel free to scroll my dear

🖤-🧡-🖤-🧡-🖤-🧡-🖤-🧡-🖤-🧡-🖤-🧡-🖤

'Y/n was laying in his arms, being tickled to death but she liked it soooo much! And he did too!!! But she will soon regret that she told him she is t-wordish. He now began to-' "Y/NAHHHHHHH!!! COULD YOU IMAGINE TO HELP ME COOK TODAY?! THE OTHERS ARE TOO LAZY AND-" "STOP SHOUTING SEONGHWA I CAN CLEARLY UNDERSTAND YOU" you shouted back and rolled your eyes.

You looked back at your laptop and continued writing the fanfiction for your Tumblr T-word blog. This time it was a TXT fiction about Kai. You loved your blog but it was a dangerous job because anyone can find out you're a Lee... You were praying that nobody will find it. "Hey! You didn't hear me?! C'mon please could you help me?" Seonghwa suddenly came into your room. You flinched and closed your laptop. Very fast and very loud. Way TOO fast and loud. Seonghwa got curious.

"Wait what were you doing there?" he asked. Silence. "Y/n?". Silence... "Hey?! I'm talking to you!". Still Silence. Because you would never lie to Seonghwa. You loved him as your best friend and don't wanted to make him feel dissapointed. So you just said nothing. You were silent. And gone weak. Literally weak. I mean it! He came to you and grabbed your laptop.

He managed to take it without you fighting back. He opened it and you saw his eyes moving. He read the fiction. His eyebrows lifted the more he was reading. He saved the writing and looked at your for-you-page. Scrolled through it. Looked at your Like-history. Then he looked at you. You were curled into a small, embarassed as hell ball of yourself. "What's a Lee?" was the only thing he asked. After all it was kinda surprising.

You did not answer, you just stood up quickly and ran out of the door. You ran through the whole appartment with tears in your eyes. You were embarassed. As hell. Goshhhh it is so freaking shitty that he saw it! You did not want him to think bad about you. Especially not to think you're a paranormal girl who liked twording. Nobody does. (A/n: Okay shoutout at the Community I LoVe YoU!!! Feels like home here 🫶🏻 I first though I was like sick, but then I found you guys, thank youuuuu) (A/n: PS: The Community is big! VERY big! It's kinda scary bcz you know nobody in person and you don't know if u know them in person...)

You ran throug the whole appartment, through the living room where Honjoong and Mingo were. They asked what was wring but you didn't answer. Ans they let you. You ran through the corridor where you bumped into Wooyoung. He pulled his arms around you and hugged you thight. You only cried more and you hear Seonghwa behind you. So you escaped from Wooyoung's hug and ran into the bathroom, where you locked the door and sat down in the shower.

*Seonghwa's POV*

"What the hell is a Lee..?" Seonghwa said. He was searching through your account if there was a description. Then he finally found something in her likes.

'A Lee is normaly a person who liked to be tickled or is the victim of the Ler, who likes to tickle others. Lees in fictions are the tickle victims who are getting tickled, Lers are ones who tickle the Lee. A person can be both, both meanings or Lee and Ler.

Credits to everyone who is new in the community

#Leemood #lermood #ticklecommunity #whatareyou #tword #twordcontent #leeexplaining #lerexplaining'

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Seonghwa understood. He understood her completely. His good brain remembered every action in the past of Y/n. He often asked why she did something. Now it made sense. And why she ran away... She was embarassed. But it was completely okay to be a Lee! It's nothing bad to make other people laugh! And he actually was a Ler. He just found out! He knew why she didn't tell anyone bcz he wasn't going to tell anyone either. He was sure she thought he would think bad about her now. She always thought this. She thought he would tell the other. Would use it against her. But he would never! Never ever would he do something she wouldn't like. He loved her! They were best friends and he was her favourite oppa! They were confident in each other!

Seonghwa stood up and went out of Y/n's room. He saw Honjoong and Mingi being at the sofa in the living room They must have seen her! "Hey! Have you seen Y/n?" Seonghwa asked. "Uhm yeah... she ran through and bumped into Wooyoung..." Honjoong said. "What has come over her?" "I'll maybe explain later" Seonghwa answered. "WOOYOUNG!!!" Seonghwa heard a "Yes" out of Sans and Wooyoungs room and he went toe them and opened the door. "Woo, where's Y/n?" "She ran into the bathroom, all crying... what's with her?" he asked and sounded worried. "I'll maybe explain later..." Seonghwa said. "Thanxxx Woo!"

*Y/n's POV*

*Knock Knock* "Y/n are you in? Please open the door." it was Seonghwa. He surely wanted to talk about your friendship and why he did not wanted to live with you anymore. "It's okay I understand why you don't like me anymore..." you said quietly. He heard it. "Y/n I love you and you know that! It's okay! Please let me in" he begged. You slowly went to the door and opened the door. He was fast. He had wrapped his arms around you in two seconds, holding you in a big, strong Seonghwa-hug. You had missed him. So much. You hugged him back and he stroke your head. "It's okay it's okay calm down" he whispered as you started crying again. He closed the door with one hand and held you then woth both of his strong, muscular, Seonghwa-like arms. You cried your eyes out and he was just there for you, always whispering "Shhhhh.... It's okay......shhhhhhh.... it's okay Y/n it's allright shhhhhhhh...." you calmed down and your tears stopped.

"You know what? It's fine to be a Lee! I'm a Ler btw" Seonghwa said out of all sudden. "Ehm Seonghwa ...." you tried to form a normal sentence. "Yeah?" he asked. "You're so random. But thank you...~ I love you" you said and hugged him again. You two were now sitting on the floor in the bathroom. "No It's real! I really am, sometimes! I love you too~" he said and hugged you back. "You know what? Do u want me to be your Ler?" he asked. Again out of all sudden. "Wha-What? Do you mean it?" you were confused. Very confused. "Yes! I mean for now. Or should I say, do u want me to tickle you?" he explained. And you blushed. Hardly. But then you bravely nodded.

His eyes sparkled. You saw how happy he was. He tickled you before, so he knew what was effective on you. But he decided to start easy on you. He lightly moved his hand under your hoodie and spidered over your side. "Ahhhhahaah Seonghwahaha I love youhahah" you giggled. "I love you too Y/nah!" he said and smiled happily. Then he spidered over your tummy and ribs too. He began scribling over these spots too. Your laugher went a few octaves higher. He layed you down on the fury floor and used the other hand too. "Ahahahahah Seonghwahaahhaa it tihihiihckles so bahahahd" you tried to say. "I know Sweetie~" he teased. Then he clawed over your whole midsection too. You sqealed. "AAHHHhahaahaha gohoohohd hehahahalp" "Aww you're so cuteeee" he teased again. Then he wanted to go rough on you. He suddenly squeezed your sides mercylessly amd you went crazy from the ticklish surprise.

"AHHHHHAHAHHAA SEONGHWAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHHA" he moved fast over your sides, upper and down... Under your ribs and over your hips. The spot directly over your hipbone made you go crazy. He hit a nerve. "AAAAAAHAHAH SEONGHWAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHA" "Awwww weak spot right cutie~" "But I know you can scream louder~" he said. Saying that, he placed his hands on your hip, digging his thumbs into it. Directly at your hipbone, you went crazy. "NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA HEEHEHEEHAHAHHAHAHLP AHAHAHAHAH" you screamed. In fact, like he just said, louder than before. He seemed satisfied. But not too satisfied to let you go. Then Seonghwa moved up to your ribs.

"How many ribs does a human have? Ohh I don't know.... Maybe I should just count?" he said.... And he did........ He scribbled, clawed and poke all over your lowest rib. "Oneeee~". Then the second. "Twooooo~" he teased. Then the third, fourth,....He continued tickling you until you were exhausted and your laugher went silent. "I'm sorry Y/n did I go too far?" he looked worried.

"Nohoh it's allright I'm fine Seonghwa..." you said. And there was something else to say... But you weren't brave enough to say. "You were pretty good... Thank you Seonghwa... I loved it..." you shyly said. Well, you were brave enough. (A/n: Just Imagine I would be brave enough to talk about being a Lee😭 I am definetly NOT and it'll always be my secret🥲) Seonghwa seemed happy, proud, lucky and in awe at the same time. "Wow thank you Y/nahhhhh! I loved it too... And I love you!" he said cutely. You smiled. He did too.

He hugged you again and then he asked if he should tell the others. He knew they wouldn't make a joke about her. You knew too. And you nodded. YOU NODDED! Proud of Y/n now! Seonghwa was too. You two went to the other seven Ateez members and told them to come together. They all came, looking worried. Seonghwa told them since you didn't want to tell them yourself. They all said that it's completely fine. They hugged you and said that you'd always can come to them if you had the mood. And with any other problems. You knew, they'd always be there for you. You loved them all so much...

~End~

A/n: Ahhhhh I like it... I love Seonghwa and the other members sooo much ahhh. And I know that I'll never be brave enough to tell anyone so I'll just imagine it, that'll satisfie me. So it's in the middle of the night here and my neighbors are partying and listening to extremely LOUD and BAD music and I just wanted to sleep😭 but I wrote this fic because I was not able to sleep at all... It's so late now and I'm tired, I hope they'll be silent now... They won't but I'll try to sleep. Good night Guys🫶🏻

[ema0rsully]

Nicktoons Unite: Turning the Tables (Wattpad)

3: Mayhem

Danny POV

Jimmy said he was going to return to his lab to check if he can track down Spongebob. Instead of using magic to go to his lab, Jimmy insisted on using his portal just to check if it was still in good condition. Timmy tagged along with him, and I decided to hang back to take a few breaths. After a while, Cozmo came through the portal and said "You should come to see this, it looks bad". One thing I know about Cozmo is that he has no filter for whatever he says.

I followed Cozmo through the portal and into Jimmy's lab. I saw Jimmy busy typing something into his computer, and Timmy was waiting for me by the portal. "What's wrong with him?" I asked when I saw that Jimmy looked stressed. Timmy was about to reply when Jimmy blurted "I can't track him. I don't understand. I made sure that each of our communicators had a tracker so I can track our last locations for any emergencies, but Spongebob's communicator is offline!!! How is it offline?!? It should always be ONLINE!!! That's how I coded it!" Jimmy ranted. "Well maybe it went offline somehow, cant you just switch it back on again?" Timmy asked, Jimmy, rubbed the temples of his head as if Timmy asked a stupid question.

"No, Turner. I sophisticatedly built this tracker to always be online. Nobody can switch it off like a puny iPhone or Android." he ranted on and on about engineering stuff and how it works. I knew Timmy wouldn't understand it in the end and we were wasting time. I cut in between them and asked "So if it's supposed to be online all the time, why is it offline? What do you think could switch it off?". Jimmy stopped his rant and turned to me, he has a nervous expression this time. "The only way to turn the communicator offline is by dismantling it or breaking the chip inside it".

A moment of silence once again, I could tell Timmy was getting anxious about our missing friend. We know Spongebob can be destructive, but he was responsible enough to know that the communicator was a key item and wouldn't mistake it for a ps4 controller. "Awh, c'mon guys. Look on the bright side, now we've narrowed the possibilities of where Spongebob is!" Cozmo suddenly spoke. Wanda turned to her husband, "how many possibilities are there?". "Two. Number one, he could've mistaken the communicator thingy as a frisbee and threw it across the field. Number two, he could be held captive somewhere or be laying in a ditch-" "COZMO!" Wanda yelled. I turned to Timmy and Jimmy with an expression that said 'this was no joke'.

Our friend and team member was missing. He hasn't communicated with us in a week and that's odd behaviour coming from Spongebob. We knew we had to check on him. Jimmy nodded and quickly made his way to the portal. He entered the coordinates but nothing happened. "Uhh boy genius, open up the portal" Timmy yelled from behind. Jimmy started checking the power box and transmitter. "There's something wrong with the portal" Jimmy suddenly said, "uhh but it looks just fine-" "No, Fenton. Not this portal, HIS portal!" he corrected me. "What? I thought you made that thing super strong to hold Spongebob surrounding water temperatures or something" Timmy questioned, "I know I did Turner, it's the strongest portal out of the three of us. I made it compatible with its environment. Something strange is going on here.." Jimmy added.

Jimmy stood up and turned to Timmy, "do you think your Fairy Programs can teleport us to his dimension?". Timmy nodded and wished us away to Spongebob's dimension.

Jimmy POV

I'm gonna kill Turner for his stupidity, luckily his Fairy Programs made us able to breathe underwater as soon as they saw us struggling to breathe. "You need to warn us before you keep doing that," Danny said, Timmy just grinned "C'mon relax. You guys will get used to it. Look, we're.. here...?" Timmy trailed off. We gazed over at where he was looking and saw what looked like Bikini Bottom but was destroyed and in ruins. "How is there fire underwater?" I questioned when I saw the burning Bikini Bottom sign. "Let's not question that now. Our primary goal is to find Spongebob" Fenton said. He was right, we came here to look for our missing friend.

We slowly made our way towards the town. It was total mayhem. Some fish were fighting each other for a tire, children were crying, a guy was banging his head onto a building and a bunch of worms were chasing a group of fish. If I'm not mistaken, Spongebob clarified a few weeks ago that worms and snails and equivalent to dogs and cats. This explains why one worm that was chained to a fence was barking at us. "What happened here?" Fenton asked, I don't even know what to say. Spongebob always described his town as a harmonious, colourful and joyful town. This was everything opposite of it.

     Suddenly, a fish that was dressed similarly to a news reporter jumped next to us. "Breaking News! Looks like three ugly and hairy squids came to visit Bikini Bottom. Why did you decide to come to Bikini Bottom young squid?" the news reporter asked as he almost shoved the microphone into our faces. I looked over to who he was supposedly reporting to, but no one was there. "Uhm, sir. Who are you talking to?" Danny asked as he looked around for the cameraman. "Im talking to you of course! Now tell all the folks why did you decide to visit Bikini Bottom when the town was at its lowest?" he asked as he pointed to the invisible audience. "There's no one there" Timmy bluntly said, the news reporter took a good look at each of us.

     "Wait. Now that I look at you, you guys don't exactly look like squids at all..." he just now realised. This time I spoke, "We're not sir, we're here on a mission. We haven't heard from a friend of ours in a long time and we decided to visit him to see if he's alright" I explained. His eyes widened, "A friend? You haven't heard from him in a while you say?" he asked. I nodded, "We lost contact with him a week ago" I added. His eyes grew wider, this news reporter knows something. All news reporters are fishy. "That's the same time Bikini Bottom fell into mayhem..." he explained, then he recited every little detail that happened from last week until now. I thought only Spongebob did this when he tells stories, but now I know.

~✨🖤🌈

[s1ut4adamstanheight]

Adam Stanheight / enemies to lovers 💕 part 2

(ALSOOO if u can’t tell this is kinda based on that one song ‘Scotty doesn’t know’ by Lustra so if you don’t know ur listen to it RIGHT NOW)

Fiona’s POV:

I put on a tiny black dress and do my makeup the way Scott likes and check my phone too see if i got text from him, he's picking me up to drive me to his next show at some underground club.

I've been going out with Scott for a few weeks now, mostly because at first i wanted to get into music too but lately i don't know what I've wanted.

"here" My phone buzzes at his notification and i quickly put on some heels and head out the door with my purse.

I open the passenger door and hop in beside Scott, his idiot friends in the back.

"Hey babe" he smirks and leans over to kiss me.

"hey" i smile back, i notice him looking me up and down.

"you look fucking hot tonight" He nods as he stares at my revealing chest before he starts driving.

We get to the club and get out of the van.

"Adam i need you to be the driver tonight since we're all gonna be drinking" Scott looks at Adam and pats him hard on the back, I don't understand how he can let Scott push him around like that it's pathetic.

"I can't i need to get home-"

"i don't care." Scott blurts back immediately.

"do your fucking job and do what your told." Scott doesn't wait for Adam to reply he just starts walking into the club letting everyone else get the instruments from the van and leaving Adam standing alone and annoyed. Like i said, pathetic.

We get inside and go to the backroom and wait for the rest of the band to set up on stage and more people to show up.

"Fiona follow me"

Scott takes my hand and drags me to some private room down the hallway, the room is colored pink from the lights and there's couches surrounding the corners of the room. Soft music plays through the walls from the band playing on stage in the next few rooms.

"we can hangout here until i have to go on" he turns to face me and moves his hands around my waist pulling me in. I like Scott, he's definitely an interesting guy to be around but he scares me sometimes with his temper and impulsiveness.

"it's really nice back here" I let him kiss down my neck and walk me over to a couch.

The bright pink lights are nauseating so i close my eyes, also ignoring how Scott is laying me down on top of him on the couch.

He puts his hands behind his head as he lays down.

"how about you help me relax before i have to go on...help me calm my nerves" he says so convincingly but i hesitate and he notices.

"C'mon, you know i can help you with your music, i can even get you in my band, you just...haven't proved yourself yet." he moves his hand to me and strokes my hair.

I grit my teeth and eventually nod and smile.

"Sorry, i'm just nervous.." I sigh and look at him as he holds my face moving it down.

"don't be nervous babe" that nickname makes my body stiff.

"you'll do great."

I undo his belt, everything after that is nothing but a blur.

----

"that's the good girl i know." he smiles and zips up his pants and stands up.

"I think the music stopped you better get going." I say as I wipe my mouth.

"Yeah yeah, thanks for this Fiona." He rushes off without a kiss or goodbye. I feel like an idiot but if I ever want a chance to be in a band it's this one. He's the only band member I know and he's giving me a chance.

I go to the bathroom and wash my mouth before walking back out to the main room where Scott is onstage singing while his stupid fans yell and excitedly sing along.

I see Adam at the bar drinking water. I guess Scott has him off duty right now. I walk up to him.

"No orders from Scott I guess" I say as I walk up to him and look at the bartender.

"What?" He looks over at me not expecting me to come out of no where.

I scoff.

"You haven't been ordered around yet." The Bartender comes up to me and I order two vodka shots.

Adam scrunches his eyebrows.

"Shut up he doesn't order me around." He starts getting all defensive now. It's embarrassing.

"He totally does. You follow him around like a little puppy doing everything your told." I swallow down a shot and stare at his face, very obviously mad.

"You act like I'm the only one, at least he doesn't get me on my knees with my mouth wide open before every show."

My smug grin fades away. Fuck

He scoffs when he sees my expression.

"Yeah you better keep your mouth shut because your no better."

He raises his eyebrows and chuckles. I hate seeing him all cocky thinking he's won.

"I-" I go quiet trying to think of something to say but Adams right.

"What was that?" He stares at me and smiles.

"That's what I fucking thought" he takes his drink and walks away, camera in hand.

Fuck him, fuck Scott, fuck this fucking club.

"Five vodka shots please."

——

Before I know it I'm infront of the crowd and I'm looking up at Scott as he sings. Laughing, singing and cheering him on.

The crowd is heavy and loud, my body is perfectly numb and my mind is worry free and happy.

"This is my girlfriend!" Scott screams into the mic and goes to grab my hand. He's trying to bring me on stage.

I grab his hand as the crowd cheers, Scott pulls me close and I get to see the huge packed club.

I look at Scott as he says something into the mic then turns to me, he kisses me on the lips while grabbing my waist then my ass. I can see Adam, way in the corner with his camera. When he realizes what's going on on stage he puts his camera down and stares. I bet he's jealous Scott's giving me attention while the only attention he gets from his friend is orders.

Scott moves back and ends the show.

"That was amazing! You where amazing!" I drunkenly tell Scott.

"What can I say? You bring out the best in me." He says charmingly.

"How about you Go wait in the car, I don't want any of the guys here to take advantage of you while I'm in the back getting my stuff."

I nod and kiss him on the cheek before getting off stage and walking outside. Honestly I'm no better than Adam.

I get in the van and see Adam, beside me at the wheel.

"Ugh." I groan when we make eye contact.

Adam rolls his eyes at me.

"You put on a good show letting Scott stick his tongue down your throat on stage."

Why does he have to bring that up making it sound so bad.

"Your just mad he was giving me attention."

"The fuck is that supposed to mean." Adam scrunches his eyebrows and leans forward.

"He only gives you attention when he orders you around" I try to act all smug even though he's right. On stage was a bit embarrassing and I didn't like being shown off like that.

"Well he gives all of his hoes attention like that so don't think your special."

"I am not his hoe!" I turn to him and look at him upset now.

"Right right." He smirks "your not just a hoe, your a main hoe, only difference is that he remembers your name."

"Fuck you Adam." I lean back in my seat looking away from him.

"Yeah? Fuck you too Fiona."

"Heyo!." Scott, Roman, Korey and Charlie burst the back of the van open and start putting their instruments in.

"Let's roll bitches! After party at my house!" Roman yells up to me and Adam.

"Jesus Christ." Adam whispers under his breath as he starts the van.

The whole ride there Scott and his band mates are singing and drinking in the back. Adams eyes are focused on the road. I guess he only hangs out with Scott because he pays him the most for his lazy free lance photographing.

"Oh Adam," Roman pops his head in the front from the back, the smell of alcohol lingers on his breath. "We are going to my parents country house so make a little detour."

Of course a country house, I forgot Roman comes from old money. His country house is huge and not just a house, it's a fucking mansion in the country. Big forests surround it.

We get to the place and go up the long driveway.

"Jesus this place is nice." Scott says staring out the window.

The guys drunkenly stumble out of the van laughing.

"C'mon babe." Scott takes my waist in his.

"This really is the perfect after party house." I say as more cars pull up, music blasting.

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Dozens of people fill the old rich place making the bottom floor hot and loud.

I'm standing with Scott while he talks to some fans, getting all the attention.

"Hey I'm gonna go find the bathroom." I tell Scott before walking off.

I decide to go upstairs to avoid a crowd, up here is quiet except for the muffled sound of moaning through the locked bedrooms.

I definitely feel the vodka from the club and everything else I've been drinking since I got here, I stumble around the halls looking for the bathroom. I hear Scott's voice down the next hallway- maybe he's looking for me.

I turn the corner and see Scott with some blonde chick and belly button piercing. What the fuck?! I thought to myself.

My mouth slowly opens in shock, fuck me...Adam was right.

"I told you"

The voice from behind me makes me jump around and gasp.

"Jesus Christ Adam!" Adam was standing behind me and he too saw Scott taking some other girl into a bedroom.

"What the fuck.." I catch my breath.

"I told you your not special, you believe me now?"

I don't look at him and just look away frustrated.

"What does it matter.."

"I told you, your not special and your no better than me." He stares down at me.

"I fucking know, what do I do." I shouldn't have drank as much as I did now I'm emotional and I can feel tears pooling in my eyes. I Look down.

"Find a better boyfriend I guess." Adam shrugs and keeps walking down the hall. Leaving me feeling stupid for thinking Scott could really like me and not just think of me as a good fuck. Truthfully I did like him a little more than just wanting a good music opportunity.

Fuck, I'm such an idiot. But Scott's an Asshole anyway I've always knows I've deserved betters. Fuck him.

I finally find a bathroom in a bedroom. I wipe a few tears away not knowing what to do now, Scott is the only person I'm here for so what else do I do?

I walk out of the bedroom and stumble my way down the halls to the living room where a shit load of people are drinking and dancing with music blasting. Scott is no where to be seen.

I walk into the darkness outside for some fresh air. The cold night air is freezing making me rub my hands over my arms. I sit down on the front step and put my head into my hands.

"Ughh" I groan to myself, I'm a mess.

"Hey need a ride." It's Adam from inside the van.

Huh?